May 2013
there are no walls
inside your mind.
there are no lines
to walk beside;
in counting days
or tracing time
these lines are made
to seem defined,
but no such thing
could ever be
in minds that
furrow infinitely
inside your mind.
there are no lines
to walk beside;
in counting days
or tracing time
these lines are made
to seem defined,
but no such thing
could ever be
in minds that
furrow infinitely
there are many people far too focused on the black and white to perceive the wonderful space in between, where we may even become part of other people, and they of us.
Written by
Dalton Bauder
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