Fleeting
Falling away
By the sea
My heart is clay
Wondering what will be?
Meandering alone
In a foreign land
My thoughts have grown
Like the desert sand
Moving but am I moving?
Living but am I living?
Trying to evolve
But continuous revolving
Subjecting the unknown
To a probability
Wearing a gown
Made of digital reality
Everything has become fleeting
Like a romantic meeting
Lingering in thoughts abated
Everything has become negated.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2015
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