Each day I stand motionless,
My feet glued to place,
Some say stubborn, but I'm stuck in my ways.
I'm encased in this glass society.
So fragile. In need of a shake,
To stir up all that remains of past flames.
Ashes
Dance gracefully when tossed to the sky
But I choke for air as they cloud my mind
And I guess it looks different as the eye of the storm than it does as,
I witness,
You shake up my world once more
But my smile etched face wont change
Long after the dust has settled.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Each day I stand motionless,
My feet glued to place,
Some say stubborn, but I'm stuck in my ways.
I'm encased in this glass society.
So fragile. In need of a shake,
To stir up all that remains of past flames.
Ashes
Dance gracefully when tossed to the sky
But I choke for air as they cloud my mind
And I guess it looks different as the eye of the storm than it does as,
I witness,
You shake up my world once more
But my smile etched face wont change
Long after the dust has settled.
