Lying under natures blanket,
spelled the divide between our lines
Distinctive, bright guiding light
You burrow and hide to be cloaked in night.
Fondness may be your claws.
yet you don't follow the laws
of a constitution set in stone.
To be so gracious but you grace to be alone
Wrinkled star you dimmed your shine
for an less intricate fabric in the stream of life.
Naively seeking the movement in time
a dance to a blurred uneven keel
to somehow feel real.
Yet,your plastic thought erode the hope,
that was once your epitaph.
How are you so far removed,
from the bricks in my foundation?
You just enjoy the view.
Wading through the murkiness in search of your core.
I can't help but wonder what's it all for?
What's it all for?
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Lying under natures blanket,
spelled the divide between our lines
Distinctive, bright guiding light
You burrow and hide to be cloaked in night.
Fondness may be your claws.
yet you don't follow the laws
of a constitution set in stone.
To be so gracious but you grace to be alone
Wrinkled star you dimmed your shine
for an less intricate fabric in the stream of life.
Naively seeking the movement in time
a dance to a blurred uneven keel
to somehow feel real.
Yet,your plastic thought erode the hope,
that was once your epitaph.
How are you so far removed,
from the bricks in my foundation?
You just enjoy the view.
Wading through the murkiness in search of your core.
I can't help but wonder what's it all for?
What's it all for?
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