He knows I'm childish
He is like me in some ways
Entering the world
of blahs now
One escaping syllable
after another like you mean
to say these things
to fake yourself out
Your thoughts
are like the temporary
pages of an extravagant novel.
Are you your story?
You are the breath
this breath
and another
You know it deeply
The rhythm of you
is like no other
So
watch your thoughts
pass like the
whim of soft clouds
watch your mouth swiftly
when you speak
speak mostly kindly
mostly from the breath
your breath
this breath...
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
He knows I'm childish
He is like me in some ways
Entering the world
of blahs now
One escaping syllable
after another like you mean
to say these things
to fake yourself out
Your thoughts
are like the temporary
pages of an extravagant novel.
Are you your story?
You are the breath
this breath
and another
You know it deeply
The rhythm of you
is like no other
So
watch your thoughts
pass like the
whim of soft clouds
watch your mouth swiftly
when you speak
speak mostly kindly
mostly from the breath
your breath
this breath...
Your breath is eternal
