how i feel is irrelevant
compared to the vast beauty
of the open plains
of liquid gold before me
drowning in the changing waters
undecided whether they are black or blue
quite like me
undecided
uninvolved
un- enthused, emotional, clear
but where is my clarity?
for i've been travelling without it
in what seems like an endless time
and i cannot remember where i began
through grass
through trees
walls houses
people
i've swept through them without notice
as if they were shadows on my ceiling
that i stare at instead of sleeping
sometimes i wonder if they're real
or if i conjured them there
to conquer this lack of feeling
maybe if this were a fairy tale
i'd have the shadows align an army
strong and steady
and someone would fight through
and banish them
but alas
i have grown accustomed to these shadows
and i am no damsel
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
how i feel is irrelevant
compared to the vast beauty
of the open plains
of liquid gold before me
drowning in the changing waters
undecided whether they are black or blue
quite like me
undecided
uninvolved
un- enthused, emotional, clear
but where is my clarity?
for i've been travelling without it
in what seems like an endless time
and i cannot remember where i began
through grass
through trees
walls houses
people
i've swept through them without notice
as if they were shadows on my ceiling
that i stare at instead of sleeping
sometimes i wonder if they're real
or if i conjured them there
to conquer this lack of feeling
maybe if this were a fairy tale
i'd have the shadows align an army
strong and steady
and someone would fight through
and banish them
but alas
i have grown accustomed to these shadows
and i am no damsel
