Seperate Skies1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
No rest for the wandering soul

Submitted: May 26, 2011

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Submitted: May 26, 2011



Bestowed upon the gift of thought

While trained be time or what not

The lack there of brings only more

More that could have been

More that never was

And turned the naked eye into air

For it held all that visioned to be

All that meaning that was without

All that might have been but was not

And still it progresses in mind

But where does the soul stand beyond

If nothing but falsehood surrounds

Is it a reality amongst itself?

Or fictional of only ones mind

I am not to speak of worlds

And thus journey mine own, alone

For the night be still and calm

As many eyes rest away

It plays my stage of this reality

Of all I meant it to be

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