The mind keeps pushing body
Higher, farther, stronger,
Until it is resisted by the impacts
Of a harsh sun,
A draught,
Insensitive words,
That will mold, break and crack.
What's to be done
Is just a choice:
Camouflage the fragile collage
Or to stick it all with a golden glue.
To hide or to expose.
Our selection construct us.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
The mind keeps pushing body
Higher, farther, stronger,
Until it is resisted by the impacts
Of a harsh sun,
A draught,
Insensitive words,
That will mold, break and crack.
What's to be done
Is just a choice:
Camouflage the fragile collage
Or to stick it all with a golden glue.
To hide or to expose.
Our selection construct us.
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