Miyagi
Deep inside the recesses of my mind,
My many thoughts lay dormant --
Unwilling to be heard;
My precious thoughts, they're blurred.
Numb to reality,
Gums hit with a needle.
My feelings I cannot express,
My words they find no footing,
A limitless climb of rhythm and rhyme,
Where a handhold at one means to elevate my purpose,
And a handhold at two means to obscure my view,
Of not just the handholds, shrouded by fog
But of the view of the mountain, hidden by the gods.
Self protected thoughts within a shrine, within a castle, never to be revered, never to be revealed.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
Miyagi
Deep inside the recesses of my mind,
My many thoughts lay dormant --
Unwilling to be heard;
My precious thoughts, they're blurred.
Numb to reality,
Gums hit with a needle.
My feelings I cannot express,
My words they find no footing,
A limitless climb of rhythm and rhyme,
Where a handhold at one means to elevate my purpose,
And a handhold at two means to obscure my view,
Of not just the handholds, shrouded by fog
But of the view of the mountain, hidden by the gods.
Self protected thoughts within a shrine, within a castle, never to be revered, never to be revealed.
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