You think the blank landscape would fill in.
A mind can draw
A blank slate can be drawn on.
But the vastness closes,
The tiniest space is left.
That is where I stand.
And I can’t see past the fake;
The bloodshot eyes
From times too late
If I didn’t know better,
Id be dead.
If I never learned,
Id be alive.
But here I am
Enveloped in between.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
You think the blank landscape would fill in.
A mind can draw
A blank slate can be drawn on.
But the vastness closes,
The tiniest space is left.
That is where I stand.
And I can’t see past the fake;
The bloodshot eyes
From times too late
If I didn’t know better,
Id be dead.
If I never learned,
Id be alive.
But here I am
Enveloped in between.
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