sometimes you can’t believe what you’ve
done
your mind wanders back in time
looking for the moment you shattered
or built, changing the flow of our
collective future
the bird flies across your window for a reason
the soldier dies in a fight for a reason
the is poem is writen for a
reason
and we shouldn't know what the reason
is
if you do,
I’m sorry
watching what becomes of your
actions is terrible and mystifying
it hurts
or
it stuns
or
both
or
worse
I fear myself as I dip my oar into the river of time
I fear that in my wake a flood will come
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 2:58 PM UTC
sometimes you can’t believe what you’ve
done
your mind wanders back in time
looking for the moment you shattered
or built, changing the flow of our
collective future
the bird flies across your window for a reason
the soldier dies in a fight for a reason
the is poem is writen for a
reason
and we shouldn't know what the reason
is
if you do,
I’m sorry
watching what becomes of your
actions is terrible and mystifying
it hurts
or
it stuns
or
both
or
worse
I fear myself as I dip my oar into the river of time
I fear that in my wake a flood will come
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