Fairytale ending made of candy coated glass,
A transparent view inside.
Deeper thoughts melt through the pores.
Destination lurks in solitude.
A meaning of reason and knowing.
Knowledge of what tomorrow brings,
That today can never, will never be the same.
Internal change.
Tears cascade from dried up eyes,
Watering death crusted rose beds.
A fountain of eternal youth,
Dried up and long forgotten.
No cure to prevent aging.
Moving forward a single step at a time,
Living only for a single moment, a forever pause,
Forgetting long forgotten pasts.
Where is the hand of searchers?
Pulling us from the graves we've dug too deep,
Made for ourselves in one bound, one weary leap.
Hesitation before looking down upon our own soggy remains.
Very nice. I liked it a lot.
Very nice. I liked it a lot.
~BUG~