trekker
06-15-2005, 12:09 AM
Nothing
Emptiness
A breath without air
A song without words
A willow by the waters edge,
hollow
without form
A sea of unrealities swamps me
What lies underneath the gloom?
Insubstantial, insane, nebulous, foggy,
All this
If I were smart,
I would follow my inconsistencies with illution
I would follow my follies
My tenderness would soften in the heart
My Spring would bring forth summer breazes
blazing in the sun
Life would jump
like a dog
obedient
the order which I give
I recieve
When I speak, I hear.
When I learn,
I fear.
A shallow grave at the end of the day,
a future of glory and graves
a galaxy of caves,
caverns, holes.
A spent life in the dessert, far far away
An underlying tendency to escape
a forseeable future of ice
Emptiness
A breath without air
A song without words
A willow by the waters edge,
hollow
without form
A sea of unrealities swamps me
What lies underneath the gloom?
Insubstantial, insane, nebulous, foggy,
All this
If I were smart,
I would follow my inconsistencies with illution
I would follow my follies
My tenderness would soften in the heart
My Spring would bring forth summer breazes
blazing in the sun
Life would jump
like a dog
obedient
the order which I give
I recieve
When I speak, I hear.
When I learn,
I fear.
A shallow grave at the end of the day,
a future of glory and graves
a galaxy of caves,
caverns, holes.
A spent life in the dessert, far far away
An underlying tendency to escape
a forseeable future of ice