A String Pull Away
Do we cry a thousand tears
or die a thousand deaths?
Do we live in shadows
and bury our hearts in sand?
Do we control the heart that beats
or the blood that rushes through?
Do we live in fiction worlds
that only a mass of fiber conceives?
and forget a bigger world
that longs for our eyes to see?
The blinds are only a string pull away.
Allison Ashton©
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 11:05 PM UTC
A String Pull Away
Do we cry a thousand tears
or die a thousand deaths?
Do we live in shadows
and bury our hearts in sand?
Do we control the heart that beats
or the blood that rushes through?
Do we live in fiction worlds
that only a mass of fiber conceives?
and forget a bigger world
that longs for our eyes to see?
The blinds are only a string pull away.
Allison Ashton©
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