How now brown cow?
I don't know how so please tell me how.
Even when water is still the bottoms still ripples;
beneath a surface of reflections of truth.
Is silence the harbinger of a disaster so near?
I dread the silence;
I despise the quiet;
But there came no sound but mute witness to the snivels of a lonely heart.
Can you hear me even in the midst of this film without sound?
One I so tirelessly wake up to everyday.
Like a leaf I drifted with the movements of a peaceful wave;
translating from point to point;
wavering from left to right;
The sun went down and the stars came out;
I attempted to lead a life not bound by puppet strings.
I am self-conscious...
Insecure too...
My only wish I have is that;
it will all be over soon
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