No Place Like Home
What world is this? Clouds drifting by.. Wind rustling the leaves of herebefore lifeless trees.. Echos in the distance remember a reality imagined.. Hollow voices recite a truth as of yet unsubstantiated. Passersby hum the same empty tune Marks of difference looked on with scorn...
What world is this? Where blue skies and chirping birds feign contentment.. Admonishing false virtues..
This road extends beyond my here and now.. Where, and how..? Where do I go from here?.. How do I get there?.. What comes next?.. For what purpose does my breath yet come?..
Byrjun · Fri Sep 21, 2007 @ 09:25pm · 0 Comments |