The world turns and turns
Days and nights, pages in a book
My chapters are still
In the first act
I observe and open welcomings
Life would seem to have it so
Now I cross
Into the rising action
A world ulterior objects breeds
Full of infantile inhibitions
The world twists and turns
Coiled by the challenge that engulfs us
Sprung are the few, clenched are many
By the mist we inhale
Sprayed unto all from nowhere
And everywhere
The world twists and twists
A curdling sensation
We all turn numb from
Is my plight foreign, is anyone's?
Have the roads left a place to wander?
Leave me to the space between all
Away from marks of certainty
Rewritten or not
The chapters will continue
And the twists will turn the pages
Until my tale is done
And I begin the next
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
The world turns and turns
Days and nights, pages in a book
My chapters are still
In the first act
I observe and open welcomings
Life would seem to have it so
Now I cross
Into the rising action
A world ulterior objects breeds
Full of infantile inhibitions
The world twists and turns
Coiled by the challenge that engulfs us
Sprung are the few, clenched are many
By the mist we inhale
Sprayed unto all from nowhere
And everywhere
The world twists and twists
A curdling sensation
We all turn numb from
Is my plight foreign, is anyone's?
Have the roads left a place to wander?
Leave me to the space between all
Away from marks of certainty
Rewritten or not
The chapters will continue
And the twists will turn the pages
Until my tale is done
And I begin the next
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