Don't mind the talk, in the vines,
they're just whispers drawn long into one thin sphere
reflecting off, tiny, little, reflecting mirrors,
and it doesn't take a lot to make one's posture
crawl, and then drop.
You could put the pennies in but,
it would never stop.
So don't talk a lot, don't be a lot,
don't carry off into those dark spots of the mind
where it's possible to leave but it's just as tempting to stay
because you just couldn't say,
"I can't stand this!"
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Don't mind the talk, in the vines,
they're just whispers drawn long into one thin sphere
reflecting off, tiny, little, reflecting mirrors,
and it doesn't take a lot to make one's posture
crawl, and then drop.
You could put the pennies in but,
it would never stop.
So don't talk a lot, don't be a lot,
don't carry off into those dark spots of the mind
where it's possible to leave but it's just as tempting to stay
because you just couldn't say,
"I can't stand this!"