Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Cinder

Would I fly over the trees
if my spirit escapes
would i watch with the bees
and slide with the snakes
or would I become anti matter
living in the underside of the universe
a droplet of rain going pitter patter
or a rock in the ocean fully immersed
Let me break out of my own mind
for I am silenced by my own agenda
and only false peace do I find
as my soul burns down to cinder

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