I laid there in my eternal sleep
Unwilling to let the chains roam free
I asked of it, to hold down upon me:
Better me than a bird in flight.
And so, this mind stood dormant
In a place known—of unknowns.
With a purpose being lost,
And a faceless shadow gained.
To the rescue, came a bird—
Warbling the verses of my identity.
It lent me it's wings—
To pass on, a view from the sky.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
I laid there in my eternal sleep
Unwilling to let the chains roam free
I asked of it, to hold down upon me:
Better me than a bird in flight.
And so, this mind stood dormant
In a place known—of unknowns.
With a purpose being lost,
And a faceless shadow gained.
To the rescue, came a bird—
Warbling the verses of my identity.
It lent me it's wings—
To pass on, a view from the sky.
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