| A story of Sorts | ||||
| Thinking of you... and I can't stop thinking frustrated, frustrating I try, and try, and try, and try, and try but it never gets anyone anywhere it never helps anyone, anything I always loose everyone, everything Another petal falls from the rose would thye have stayed longer if the rose was still connected to the stem? The heart of the rose will one day be exposed another petal falls again, away Hopelessly lost Blinded, unseeing, blinded but never saw how do you know if your seeing if you have never seen? If you have never seen how can you know that you haven't? Is what my eyes see as blue what your eyes see as blue? Another petal falls down from the rose the rose head droops down to watch it's petals falling away to watch it's self die, with eyes it dosen't have does the life drain away into the air or the water or.. I try, and I try, and try, and try, and try numbed and dazed am I trying or do I only think I am? If I think I am does that mean I am really? Why can't I hold onto the air! Why does it always slip through my fingers? I can feel it's there! I CAN feel it's there!! Why can't I grasp it?! Why? ...I plucked a petal from the air that fell from a lofty flower I watch the dust fragments floating down with the aid of sunbeam I can't see the air... but I can feel it -That's the air around me isn't it? WHY CAN'T I GRASP IT?! Another petal falls from the rose I pick it up and smell it's scent... I hold it to the rose and let go but it falls back down The petal is lost forever as the rose head dropps a little lower... Not all the petals have fallen from the rose yet but eventually they will all fall away... one by one or two by two I don't think the rose will look so lovely with it's suken head baron Why can't I grasp the air in my hands? Another petal falls from the rose would they have stayed longer if the rose was still connected to the stem? Does the life drain away into the air, or the water or.... END |
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