The play of thought,
In an open mind,
Is a babbling brook,
In an endless sky.
An essence to be lost,
Only to be found,
Hidden in the depths,
Of a person Earth bound.
Coming together,
Pushing away,
Infinite laughter,
At the game as it's played.
It starts as one,
But soon it's two,
Only to be realized,
The end is not true.
We wait for a moment,
In the truth that we are,
No shadows on the ground,
And a mind full of stars.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
The play of thought,
In an open mind,
Is a babbling brook,
In an endless sky.
An essence to be lost,
Only to be found,
Hidden in the depths,
Of a person Earth bound.
Coming together,
Pushing away,
Infinite laughter,
At the game as it's played.
It starts as one,
But soon it's two,
Only to be realized,
The end is not true.
We wait for a moment,
In the truth that we are,
No shadows on the ground,
And a mind full of stars.
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