Eyes wide, heart hollow
Looking too far ahead to be seen
Wondering where his dear
mother takes him
Wondering how loud his
voice will be
Wondering who it was
that made him and if
he'll ever learn to read.
Listening to the conversations of trees
Before that talent escapes
Holding on for his life
Even in sleep
Eyes wide...
(I am not normally a serious person. Very rarely, actually, can one take me seriously...which is another reason for this blog I guess. A space to regurgitate that serious shit that builds up. I hope you enjoy this - I also hope you share some of your own.)
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