A change of heart,
scraping at behavior,
a hope of better days,
not always so easy.
Reinvention of idealism,
rebirth of the renaissance,
a truth or a lie,
who's to say?
Love is right,
but not enough,
the world is cold,
and though the lines are connected,
this doesn't make it relevant.
An old man's dream,
fire in the bones,
future no longer two toned,
wrought with silver-screen,
and fed to the hearts of youth,
like me.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC
A change of heart,
scraping at behavior,
a hope of better days,
not always so easy.
Reinvention of idealism,
rebirth of the renaissance,
a truth or a lie,
who's to say?
Love is right,
but not enough,
the world is cold,
and though the lines are connected,
this doesn't make it relevant.
An old man's dream,
fire in the bones,
future no longer two toned,
wrought with silver-screen,
and fed to the hearts of youth,
like me.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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