Aimless You Walk
People walk aimless, over barren-less plateau's
blaming themselves, for life's mishaps, for failing at trying
It's a shame- to try so hard, to run yourself feverishly, and not
get anywhere...but there is a light at the end of the route...
Sometimes, you're looking too hard, or not enough... missing
the key points, the hints that stare you square in the face-
The face is invisible to the world- it has to come up for air, it
must not let itself drown, to wrinkle, to crease, and fold...
It's not over- till your gasp for your last breadth of air, feel the
atmosphere as it somersaults through your own soul...
Feel the emotion that swirls around it, a one-hundred, and eighty
degree turn about... weaving straight through you... in this space-
This space collapses only when you allow it to slither through your
fingertips, like an hourglass- its' sands slides through a funnel in time
A place untouched by nectar kisses, and luscious lips.. Its' bounty
is consumed by a drought, flanking behind sentimental oceans...
Of long ago memories- could have been's... driving you insane-
Insane to the possibilities, the future prospects of a brighter sapphire
enhanced by smiling beings, thrust into the buttery streams that flow
A hungriness to set things straight, a bridge to bind the gaps of the lost
while thirsting amongst the foremost of the universe, its teasingly craving...
enchanted within a no mans land, grown, regulated by the superb vain-
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blaming themselves, for life's mishaps, for failing at trying
It's a shame- to try so hard, to run yourself feverishly, and not
get anywhere...but there is a light at the end of the route...
Sometimes, you're looking too hard, or not enough... missing
the key points, the hints that stare you square in the face-
The face is invisible to the world- it has to come up for air, it
must not let itself drown, to wrinkle, to crease, and fold...
It's not over- till your gasp for your last breadth of air, feel the
atmosphere as it somersaults through your own soul...
Feel the emotion that swirls around it, a one-hundred, and eighty
degree turn about... weaving straight through you... in this space-
This space collapses only when you allow it to slither through your
fingertips, like an hourglass- its' sands slides through a funnel in time
A place untouched by nectar kisses, and luscious lips.. Its' bounty
is consumed by a drought, flanking behind sentimental oceans...
Of long ago memories- could have been's... driving you insane-
Insane to the possibilities, the future prospects of a brighter sapphire
enhanced by smiling beings, thrust into the buttery streams that flow
A hungriness to set things straight, a bridge to bind the gaps of the lost
while thirsting amongst the foremost of the universe, its teasingly craving...
enchanted within a no mans land, grown, regulated by the superb vain-
©


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