this is the time for forced understanding
pull it out, let it be
good mornings lately seem rare
music in my ear
from am to pm
constant distraction from a crippled reality
watching crows soar overhead
examing every beat of the wing
turn through the wind
all for one reason
so as to not look down.
keep your head up
way up
eyes out of sight
do not show your fears.
faded green shoes walking away
footprints to prove
ignored greeting
avoid contact
these nights in trees with howling winds
shelters built from fallen limbs
insulated with hay and down bags
asleep in freezing weather
never better.
to avioid and ignore is not a real tactic
only helps in creating a chasm
so deep and wide in will bleed out all thats inside
a rivers flow can etch a history
easily read by those who see
carving tales of highs and lows
the health and wealth of surrounding lands is so direct in comparison
within this soliliquy lies a meaning
without reading
who can really see the histories behind these eyes
the highs and the lows
the yearning
or
the burning
for desire
...
my music will play on
currently quiet
explosions in the sky
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