Always knew I was light.
Constantly running from prisms
thought I contained the spectrum
if I held on to everything.
Trying to shine new in the old light
till comparison shorted the whole thing.
All my past encounters now a mirror
each gathered around me.
You'd think I would see the truth. But
I'm only left wondering:
how I surrounded myself with so many
and why they are all strangers.
Refracted into forks till I was just going in circles.
Avoiding the breakdown ends there anyways
The universe holds the spectrum and prism
that wishes you to diffuse as a ray.
Know the rhythm of your wavelength,
the universe catches up with all of us.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
Always knew I was light.
Constantly running from prisms
thought I contained the spectrum
if I held on to everything.
Trying to shine new in the old light
till comparison shorted the whole thing.
All my past encounters now a mirror
each gathered around me.
You'd think I would see the truth. But
I'm only left wondering:
how I surrounded myself with so many
and why they are all strangers.
Refracted into forks till I was just going in circles.
Avoiding the breakdown ends there anyways
The universe holds the spectrum and prism
that wishes you to diffuse as a ray.
Know the rhythm of your wavelength,
the universe catches up with all of us.
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