Were my mind at peace
Were my mind to be at peace would it be a mountain? Ostensibly static among the changing winds of time? Or would it, as water flowing or pollinating bees in spring? My mind is not at peace nor my heart for that matter. Constantly eroded and painfully realized through the passage of time. Nothing to see, nothing to lament. A silent mountain waiting for ruin.
Were my mind at peace
Were my mind to be at peace would it be a mountain? Ostensibly static among the changing winds of time? Or would it, as water flowing or pollinating bees in spring? My mind is not at peace nor my heart for that matter. Constantly eroded and painfully realized through the passage of time. Nothing to see, nothing to lament. A silent mountain waiting for ruin.
Sound of a show
In the picture, right there. In the background, stare long enough and you just might see me. I'm there. In the corner, by the light across the street. It's okay, Im a bit removed. Wearing a warm black jacket sometimes taking the bus towards downtown. Under the radiant lights, passing by familiar sights, then finding my way through backstreets and into the magnificent lives of the people I know. Dropping in and out of their line of sight and at the same time falling in and out of tou...
Sound of a show
In the picture, right there. In the background, stare long enough and you just might see me. I'm there. In the corner, by the light across the street. It's okay, Im a bit removed. Wearing a warm black jacket sometimes taking the bus towards downtown. Under the radiant lights, passing by familiar sights, then finding my way through backstreets and into the magnificent lives of the people I know. Dropping in and out of their line of sight and at the same time falling in and out of tou...
