Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Candid

I see red
do you see me not?
Must I curve in liquid blue?
Watch you break in steel gray?

Is it my own fault
or ours to hold?
A burden shared

What life is this?
Taking all there is to be taken
Mountains breaking to awaken

Candid sores
I find them here... torn

Perhaps a train out of here...
up in the atmosphere

"Here" They'll say
"Here's your ticket to nowhere"
"Here's your pass to time"
"Here's all you don't know"

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