It was a trackless railway
In the woods
A bit misunderstood
Stripped
Abandoned
And secluded
It was Illusionious
In its imprints
Its indentations
Of footsteps
Intersecting
In sections
With the phantoms
Of past steps
The glints
Of stimuli
Widened my eyes
In My
Accension
From feeble
Mindedness
Suspended
In rhymes
In rows
In times
And places
But this time
It's just different
As I
Blindly
Signed the sky
In denial
Of the price
And paid nothing
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
It was a trackless railway
In the woods
A bit misunderstood
Stripped
Abandoned
And secluded
It was Illusionious
In its imprints
Its indentations
Of footsteps
Intersecting
In sections
With the phantoms
Of past steps
The glints
Of stimuli
Widened my eyes
In My
Accension
From feeble
Mindedness
Suspended
In rhymes
In rows
In times
And places
But this time
It's just different
As I
Blindly
Signed the sky
In denial
Of the price
And paid nothing
