It shouldn’t be such a morose place, The oceans of life have more than one face. But, I keep getting the mirrors that reflect despair, Stuck in a glass prison, My life is becoming like the one in there. The lives occupied by the reflections That dwell inside the mirrors, An endless pursuit of dreams That drown in a tsunami of tears, In their case, the chase ends badly The prospects are no longer on the rise, This begins their fall from grace, Sadly betrayed by those desires behind the eyes, Consumed by the fire that burns within, The movement ends at the moment you begin, The stage is set when I open myself to the world I feel, I’m blind to what I see, and invisible to what is real, Like the winds that rip across the seas Forcing havoc in every direction, Disasters have no agenda or Personality’s capable of a cruel intention. Rather they pass like a phase Becoming lost but never forgotten or found, Like words they can mean so much, But in the end they’re only a sound.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 08:28:05 +0000
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