Strings

back and forth, running with a string i dance, back and forth flowing like a ribbon the wings of a butterfly, flapping endlessly the songs that i sing mimmick the life beneath my skin reveal the truth that's missing try, to see my eyes move, to see my pride i am the endless flow that lives alongside every moment whether it's here or not in every hidden escape beyond the skies that the insane have created to arrange this line of seperation this line of time to decipher what is dead and what is alive pulling me, i resist i rise, slowly into the sun resisting this motion my senses inexistent my aura, surrounding within with wings like a dove, soaring between clouds of coffins picturing memories that once existed somewhere once before back and forth, stumbling, i am being guided on a string to soon collide in a cosmic explosion sweet memento mori surrounding my frames in flames, these strings exist too they are a part of me a part of you what have we got in common is it the color of the string or who is higher in the wind who we can not see what we do not believe a point of certainty resting between sanity and insanity that the world has not yet reached