*To my right
My spirit dances through faded expressions in and out of time.
Leaving my heart with an astounding sense of freedom.
No longer hinged
Searching of ways to destroy misery
I can see the flowers blooming under tiptoed footsteps
Carrying panic filled waves out to sea.
However I am drawn to the left,
My head oh so slightly tilts
In the direction where the wind blows fast
And my true being is something that cannot be grasped
Down it pours
These tears of mine begin to hit the floor
Lighting fills the sky
My body freezes
As I can feel a young life drifting on by
The closer the touch
The stronger the thoughts come
I brush it off,
And say something under the lines of “Cross Roads*”
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
*To my right
My spirit dances through faded expressions in and out of time.
Leaving my heart with an astounding sense of freedom.
No longer hinged
Searching of ways to destroy misery
I can see the flowers blooming under tiptoed footsteps
Carrying panic filled waves out to sea.
However I am drawn to the left,
My head oh so slightly tilts
In the direction where the wind blows fast
And my true being is something that cannot be grasped
Down it pours
These tears of mine begin to hit the floor
Lighting fills the sky
My body freezes
As I can feel a young life drifting on by
The closer the touch
The stronger the thoughts come
I brush it off,
And say something under the lines of “Cross Roads*”
