Like a siren who can't sing
Or a bird with one wing
Theres life in your bones like stones of moss
But your meaning is far lost
Theres you and theres me
But two we cant see
Our eyes are only physical
Our minds are two dimensional
A mind is a prison
That only grasps memories
Theres no true reason
With no true realities
Possibilities have no limit
Like our space that carries light
A body breathes a last minute
But spirits destroy time in deaths might
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Like a siren who can't sing
Or a bird with one wing
Theres life in your bones like stones of moss
But your meaning is far lost
Theres you and theres me
But two we cant see
Our eyes are only physical
Our minds are two dimensional
A mind is a prison
That only grasps memories
Theres no true reason
With no true realities
Possibilities have no limit
Like our space that carries light
A body breathes a last minute
But spirits destroy time in deaths might
