A Painting For You
A Painting For You
A piece of paper drifts through the air
Knowing that the ultimate fate
Is a kiss from the cold ground
And yet as paper we constantly look up
Wishing to return
To the hand that dropped us
Because we are doomed to drifting
And sometimes a foul wind could blow us astray
And we lose the true nature of our purpose
Misled by temptation and corruption
But there are some who manage to live honestly
Hoping to return to the hand that dropped us
Still others aren't as sure
Their fate is clouded by cynicism
Because the memory of the hand gets vague
As we fall to the cold ground
Because when dropped we are a blank sheet
It is only through this fall
That we get painted by our experiences
A mirror of our pathway
And all paper comes through slightly crumpled
Because the fall mars us all
Scratches may scratch off some paint
And some my suffer some tears
The end is all the same
We fall to the cold ground
And the hand picks us up
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2012
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