I think so much,
I wonder,
Can I survive,
If I turn my world upside down?
It might crash,
But can I come back,
Like a phoenix,
From the ash,
Of a forgotten place,
One long ago surrendered,
A battle pocked mind,
We can fill these holes up,
With a bulldozer,
Maybe.
But what do we fill it with?
Or should I leave them empty,
A reminder of the battles
Of thoughts.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
I think so much,
I wonder,
Can I survive,
If I turn my world upside down?
It might crash,
But can I come back,
Like a phoenix,
From the ash,
Of a forgotten place,
One long ago surrendered,
A battle pocked mind,
We can fill these holes up,
With a bulldozer,
Maybe.
But what do we fill it with?
Or should I leave them empty,
A reminder of the battles
Of thoughts.
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