When reality holds me, vice-like it
controls me,
I try to imagine I'm free of the bonds
like skimming stones on mill ponds
I skip,
stripping clear of some ego,
an ogre that only I know
I throw caution to the night and
take a trip through a limbo
that only I know.
Light flakes around me, like dandruff it
hounds me but it's part of the tour and
as the light dwindles it kindles another,
somewhere or other a butterfly dies.
My sanity slips out to scout up ahead,
better to be safe than be dead, although
I'm sure that will come in a tour for some
but not me.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
When reality holds me, vice-like it
controls me,
I try to imagine I'm free of the bonds
like skimming stones on mill ponds
I skip,
stripping clear of some ego,
an ogre that only I know
I throw caution to the night and
take a trip through a limbo
that only I know.
Light flakes around me, like dandruff it
hounds me but it's part of the tour and
as the light dwindles it kindles another,
somewhere or other a butterfly dies.
My sanity slips out to scout up ahead,
better to be safe than be dead, although
I'm sure that will come in a tour for some
but not me.
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