A shadowed truth,
In the murky water,
Which lay inside,
A crowded perception.
A sigh from a soul,
A comment from a mind,
A battle with ground,
Falls into the darkness.
Spinning pictures,
Pieces of sound,
A glue not quite rigid,
There's gaps all around.
And for why are we here,
In this soup which we float,
For why we are here,
Are we the eternal smoke?
Clouded perception,
In the mind with an "I",
A moment to stop,
A moment to die.
A clap from above,
A moan from below,
The tides have turned,
In this dreamy light show.
For now you are here,
And then we must go,
On with the journey,
But an end to this show.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
A shadowed truth,
In the murky water,
Which lay inside,
A crowded perception.
A sigh from a soul,
A comment from a mind,
A battle with ground,
Falls into the darkness.
Spinning pictures,
Pieces of sound,
A glue not quite rigid,
There's gaps all around.
And for why are we here,
In this soup which we float,
For why we are here,
Are we the eternal smoke?
Clouded perception,
In the mind with an "I",
A moment to stop,
A moment to die.
A clap from above,
A moan from below,
The tides have turned,
In this dreamy light show.
For now you are here,
And then we must go,
On with the journey,
But an end to this show.
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