I see some strange sights,
a world within the chasm-
slowly filling up,
flooding the fields of imagination.
There is a desert left,
a blip here and there-
finally joined the herd.
So this is what its like-
seeing the allurement,
yet doing nothing more.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
I see some strange sights,
a world within the chasm-
slowly filling up,
flooding the fields of imagination.
There is a desert left,
a blip here and there-
finally joined the herd.
So this is what its like-
seeing the allurement,
yet doing nothing more.
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