I'm an echo of misguided direction.
An arrow stuck to an elephant
whose only desire is to rip his shirt off,
and shout like an eagle.
Stomping the ground to make his presence known,
beating with fists clenched, his legs and chest
to know of his own presence.
Gritting his teeth and erupting,
punch through the sky with un-synthesized experience and emotion.
My brain knows more than I knew
so I'll feel the texture of my steps,
straighten my shoulders, chin up
and let the ground wince for once
I tread consciously.
I tread consciously and my path will scream it for me.
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
I'm an echo of misguided direction.
An arrow stuck to an elephant
whose only desire is to rip his shirt off,
and shout like an eagle.
Stomping the ground to make his presence known,
beating with fists clenched, his legs and chest
to know of his own presence.
Gritting his teeth and erupting,
punch through the sky with un-synthesized experience and emotion.
My brain knows more than I knew
so I'll feel the texture of my steps,
straighten my shoulders, chin up
and let the ground wince for once
I tread consciously.
I tread consciously and my path will scream it for me.
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