I feel like I have been reduced to A piece of paper With nothing on it Waiting for someone To pick me up Write all over me Throw me away Or fold me up Into a paper plane That’s ideal And toss me Into the breeze Where I’d make it Over a reflecting lake Of gold To the other side Where no one will Sink me or make me Panic in the water And like a leaf I would float And change colour In autumn scenes And a million Friends all floating Cascading through the sky Like a line of birds Or the cast of stars No sound, so silent As I land softly On the other side I would have made it Over a reflecting lake Of gold To the other side Where no one will Sink me or make me Panic in the water Then I could break down On the other side Where I would crawl back Into my self, fall apart And reemerge As a tree Whose leaves will change colours In autumn scenes and Float like a line of birds Or a balloon Caught by the wind And moving ever so silent Back across Over a reflecting lake Of gold Anew.
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JAMES MORRISSEY
I was thinking I don't have a place to blog about everything else I'm thinking about so I added a life blog. Should be an interesting journey into sharing! Archives
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