Cease the peace.
We tease ourselves
with every crease on this paper;
we call our lives.
Folding in ourselves
to make better
when we can do better.
Decrease the least pleasant day
from your mind, only this time
you’ll find a piece of paper, within you.
Written with words.
Not monosyllabic expressions
Of yes, no, and may-be, so
There will now be phrases that erase the seclusion.
Creating, and not copying
Leading, not following
And finally realizing
Humanity is at a loss
A loss from this paper
That is not glossy
Cause it should reflect
Who we are
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
Cease the peace.
We tease ourselves
with every crease on this paper;
we call our lives.
Folding in ourselves
to make better
when we can do better.
Decrease the least pleasant day
from your mind, only this time
you’ll find a piece of paper, within you.
Written with words.
Not monosyllabic expressions
Of yes, no, and may-be, so
There will now be phrases that erase the seclusion.
Creating, and not copying
Leading, not following
And finally realizing
Humanity is at a loss
A loss from this paper
That is not glossy
Cause it should reflect
Who we are
8/13/08 ©AGDP- From Human Elements
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