These days I feel over all the time
Same line I tripped last life
Can't quite break away
From the infinite finite
Sometimes I always dream alone
In the dark
In the sky
In the shadows
In your eyes
I guess it's a rythm I never quite beat
Never got the hang of falling
In and out of love and sleep
I'm always in the way of myself
My mind a burden on my health
Feels like it did last night
Riding the infinite finite
Somewhere I'm not quite there
Falling forward
Falling back
Falling silence
Fall in cracks
I guess I never got the hang of talking
Wading through the waking
In and out of love and sleepwalking
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2 comments:
A sad but lovely piece of poem, T.S.
Thank you very much. It's nice to hear back on a piece
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