Interlocking fingers being torn by the tornado in between
So easy to grab with an imagination sitting ever so lean
The monstrous tales
The sinking hearts
The stray facts
The nothingness, tearing apart
The dark shining so bright that its presence causes you to blind
The tree so slippery that its impossible to climb.
Symbolization. Hiding in words
Flirting with the truth,
Invading ones mind,
Swimming at the tongue,
Anticipating its ride.
It wants to taste freedom
It wants to feel air
It wants to display to the world that its there
No more being overshadowed by the blow of the flute
No more hiding behind the noise of spoof
But when its out there's no escape
Ready to be swept away by the tides of hate
For its fate is written
Its destiny sealed...
Lets just say you won't find it running in the field.
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