Lean and tall
A gift from gods
Far and wide
The world is divided
Time travels on by
And soon enough
I touch the sky
Legs feel to long
Stand up and I feel like falling
If only the long legs to take me far away
Back to the old days
Yet we lay in bed
A cold casket and only fits me
The crescent moon greets me
Before shying away
And Although I brag
And it’s not to bad
The shock of standing up
And finding myself —- ft up
Is quite the shock
For my walls remember
Marked with small and long lines
A smaller me
And a far different me.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 11:23 PM UTC
Lean and tall
A gift from gods
Far and wide
The world is divided
Time travels on by
And soon enough
I touch the sky
Legs feel to long
Stand up and I feel like falling
If only the long legs to take me far away
Back to the old days
Yet we lay in bed
A cold casket and only fits me
The crescent moon greets me
Before shying away
And Although I brag
And it’s not to bad
The shock of standing up
And finding myself —- ft up
Is quite the shock
For my walls remember
Marked with small and long lines
A smaller me
And a far different me.
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