Propelled by what?
A forces driving
To cliffs edge
Thinking of something
He could never commit
However, sadly the mind
Breaks every now and then
To release a flood?
To retrieve releif?
Or to pass a test?
But we never get any answers
For after broken
The mind is gone
Orginal thought flies
Far from the mess
It enabled to prosper
Left we are
With the mans body
Hallowed out by attempt
His answers he speaks
Saying only one thing
"Never allow a series of events"
"To spiral to such a low as mine"
"To cliffs I conquerd"
"To chasms I fell"
"All for a red sunset"
No one had the heart to tell him
The sun does not shine at night...
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
Propelled by what?
A forces driving
To cliffs edge
Thinking of something
He could never commit
However, sadly the mind
Breaks every now and then
To release a flood?
To retrieve releif?
Or to pass a test?
But we never get any answers
For after broken
The mind is gone
Orginal thought flies
Far from the mess
It enabled to prosper
Left we are
With the mans body
Hallowed out by attempt
His answers he speaks
Saying only one thing
"Never allow a series of events"
"To spiral to such a low as mine"
"To cliffs I conquerd"
"To chasms I fell"
"All for a red sunset"
No one had the heart to tell him
The sun does not shine at night...
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