Death from her life on my shoulders
resurrect me in the wind
-a weightless vagabond
whispering breaths of prophecy
Blessed are those who live life to the fullest
Tamed to breath filtered oxygen
we did not know the taste of exhilaration
conceptualized, packaged and shipped objective
realize that society holds no ground
life is yours to miss
open your eyes to the fact
that you are blind
and no one sees you
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
Death from her life on my shoulders
resurrect me in the wind
-a weightless vagabond
whispering breaths of prophecy
Blessed are those who live life to the fullest
Tamed to breath filtered oxygen
we did not know the taste of exhilaration
conceptualized, packaged and shipped objective
realize that society holds no ground
life is yours to miss
open your eyes to the fact
that you are blind
and no one sees you
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