Jun 2019
Can I live
through skin and bones
and not have soul within
Or shall I be
a floating mist
with no more touching skin
Will I run
the spinning world
with feet to plant the ground
Or will I rot
with breezing scent
and not have sprung a sound
through skin and bones
and not have soul within
Or shall I be
a floating mist
with no more touching skin
Will I run
the spinning world
with feet to plant the ground
Or will I rot
with breezing scent
and not have sprung a sound
Human kind yearns to mark a history of their name within hard walls, than of soft sand. And with such desire comes war, a battle between mind, soul, and body. A journey to see which conciousness remains. A quest in question.
(16/Neither/Dipolog City, Zamboanga D)
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