The ticking moments beats against me like broken waves in a desert, Lolling envy cascades beneath a yellow sky dying slowly in a casket of infinite density, Aiming too high the arrow misses and makes its mark on a setting sun Reaching up, there is no one but the echoes of potential that rattle and bang against what could have been, Having regret, we find the ego wanting more, needing more The frozen walls melting into the childish night The time has come to open our eyes and be blinded by the sun.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 16:41:27 +0000
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