Sometimes things are simple,
but yet it seems unclear.
Letting all of the complexities,
stand in front of its "mirror".
Reflections are a funny thing,
you believe its mirroring what is true.
Putting on the falsities,
vision gone askew.
I like to be in the background,
A scene setting within the stage.
A person watching projections,
a reader that turns the page.
A make shift story through my head,
a writer for the woes.
A wanderer within city streets,
feeling the story line to my toes.
I suppose it is in the writings
to words make it seem "alive"
And feeling this is a necessity,
this is the only way to survive.
So I’ll go take a walk,
I’ll be back in an hour or two..
I'm going to get lost within the world.
Don't mind if I do...
-- Denise
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
Sometimes things are simple,
but yet it seems unclear.
Letting all of the complexities,
stand in front of its "mirror".
Reflections are a funny thing,
you believe its mirroring what is true.
Putting on the falsities,
vision gone askew.
I like to be in the background,
A scene setting within the stage.
A person watching projections,
a reader that turns the page.
A make shift story through my head,
a writer for the woes.
A wanderer within city streets,
feeling the story line to my toes.
I suppose it is in the writings
to words make it seem "alive"
And feeling this is a necessity,
this is the only way to survive.
So I’ll go take a walk,
I’ll be back in an hour or two..
I'm going to get lost within the world.
Don't mind if I do...
-- Denise
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