In the forest of my mind,
Few words are ever spoken
Sounds are lost in the distances,
Thought become so broken
Shadows casting daydreams,
Which my darkness cannot release
Singularity in Sunshine of a future outcome yet to cease
Finding only stillness in balance of the off centered night
Wondering whether my body,
Or my soul,
Will catch flight
Soaring above the emotions ebbs,
Of imaginary flows
Trying to avoid absolutes,
Inside tumultuous lowed
But perfection is elusive,
Like a sun that sets in the east
Never change to something,
That does not call to your inner beast
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
In the forest of my mind,
Few words are ever spoken
Sounds are lost in the distances,
Thought become so broken
Shadows casting daydreams,
Which my darkness cannot release
Singularity in Sunshine of a future outcome yet to cease
Finding only stillness in balance of the off centered night
Wondering whether my body,
Or my soul,
Will catch flight
Soaring above the emotions ebbs,
Of imaginary flows
Trying to avoid absolutes,
Inside tumultuous lowed
But perfection is elusive,
Like a sun that sets in the east
Never change to something,
That does not call to your inner beast
