I can’t trust my mind...
So I throw myself down the stairs
Standing in front of the sink
My own eyes stared back at me
The mirror was ***** and through the flecks
I saw my self
Where was this beauty?
Sometimes I glimpsed it in dreams,
A stranger with familiar qualities
That I'm ashamed to call my own
But the time keeps getting away,
so I chase and I chase and I chase
Something beyond the sky, beyond the earth,
Beyond what my fingers can grasp at
(These tips get blistered, calloused,
Yet where does my mind hide?)
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
I can’t trust my mind...
So I throw myself down the stairs
Standing in front of the sink
My own eyes stared back at me
The mirror was ***** and through the flecks
I saw my self
Where was this beauty?
Sometimes I glimpsed it in dreams,
A stranger with familiar qualities
That I'm ashamed to call my own
But the time keeps getting away,
so I chase and I chase and I chase
Something beyond the sky, beyond the earth,
Beyond what my fingers can grasp at
(These tips get blistered, calloused,
Yet where does my mind hide?)
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