To perfect for this world;
It is so..
The definition of ether that cannot be told.
Attempts frivolously made to fit the mold;
Through black sleep the meaning unfolds.
Through white truths a lie is sold. .
Look between the two for the courteous grey. Through which a cement road is being paved.
I'm walking backwards in my footsteps,
Like it's all but not worth it.
This etherphase of this ethereal aether is almost..
way to perfect
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
To perfect for this world;
It is so..
The definition of ether that cannot be told.
Attempts frivolously made to fit the mold;
Through black sleep the meaning unfolds.
Through white truths a lie is sold. .
Look between the two for the courteous grey. Through which a cement road is being paved.
I'm walking backwards in my footsteps,
Like it's all but not worth it.
This etherphase of this ethereal aether is almost..
way to perfect
Request permission to use this poem