Every breath like rumbling rivers
Repel from conversation.
Its public solitude.
Banal life seems to waste hours…
I could use a few more.
An addict of time,
Stretching each day
Can i trust the night?
Will i live my dreams or
Keep dreaming of life?
Life.
A sum of experience.
How great will my number be?
If you are the book keeper,
How will you score me?
Repel from your circle
And spectate for a change.
Watch the power of words
Break a joyful spirit,
Or renew a smile forgotten.
Be sobered and enlightened.
Maybe they are wrong.
Maybe they minipulate.
What if they can’t be trusted?
Decide for yourself.
It’s your eternal right.
Does the stone enjoy its flight,
Seeing only a blur?
Why do you hurry, scurry?
Who’s waiting for you?
I’ll be the feather.
Riding waves of the air
Take in the landscape.
Release all care.
Drink in lush arrays of flowers fully bloomed.
Relax on the daisy.
Rest under the moon.
The stone is still talking.
Deaf to surrounding beauty;
Beauty of the feather that has
Fallen to its side.
I’ll be the feather, watching your crowd.
Content in the center
Of a book i once read.
I am consistantly at ease…
Even if the crowd is dead.
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