I found a cloak in fluttered paper,
paper that stands still...
Two stiff ends bind, enclose my yoke,
to those stories that do reveal...
Bound and stiff, yoked, yet so whimsy,
the paper doth conceal.
Undrape the cloak to become the man,
life becomes the thrill.
Never do sit still
Never do sit still
Never do sit still
The definition of Man is not thought alone...
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
I found a cloak in fluttered paper,
paper that stands still...
Two stiff ends bind, enclose my yoke,
to those stories that do reveal...
Bound and stiff, yoked, yet so whimsy,
the paper doth conceal.
Undrape the cloak to become the man,
life becomes the thrill.
Never do sit still
Never do sit still
Never do sit still
The definition of Man is not thought alone...
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