I fancy the unknown
For it brings a cetain taste
Of uncertanity back
Before fading with the next gust of
Stale air
And disappearing again
With a shadow's smile and regret's wink
Taking away all the responcability
Living brings in packed backs
And neatly folded edges
To the bottoms of newly polished
Stones to trip over
And cause fall
To see if we can rise again
From the dust and ashes
Of phonxies who forgot
How to be reborn
From fallen feathers
And magic fairy dust charms
To the cobwebs of old books
Nothing says that what we must do
Is what we should do
A decision between right and wrong
Balances life on the edge of
Living and following a path already run down
Over and over again
By ansestors who forgot to wipe the trail clean
So we don't make the same mistakes they did
Time repeats itself over and over again
Like a broken record
Until someone takes it out
 Tattered W!ngs · Fri Jan 27, 2006 @ 05:49am · 1 Comments |
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