I wasn't any heavier than half an inch's weight
when I decided Life was just a moment I could waste
a metaphor that shouldn't sound like anything I knew
but humans have a way to pace their feet around The Truth
for even though our bodies keep a record of it all
eternal minds can swallow things at flesh's beck and call
if we so choose to bury our own past within ourselves
we'll have to give account for every coin we try to sell
a silver lining confidence may linger in the world
but in the dark, upon a dream, you'll see your little girl
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
I wasn't any heavier than half an inch's weight
when I decided Life was just a moment I could waste
a metaphor that shouldn't sound like anything I knew
but humans have a way to pace their feet around The Truth
for even though our bodies keep a record of it all
eternal minds can swallow things at flesh's beck and call
if we so choose to bury our own past within ourselves
we'll have to give account for every coin we try to sell
a silver lining confidence may linger in the world
but in the dark, upon a dream, you'll see your little girl
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