Blurry
6/26/17
On the very first night
The sun burned bright
Before the moon turned white
Whether or not it was willed or a given birth right
Not all would ever come to appreciate Earth and life
During times of the worst plight
Many believed in royalty and anything religious, involving some kind of church hype
While the truth got hidden among the dirt twice
Never found to this day even with search lights
A book found in the rain
Was stained
On each and every page
And it smelled of sage
Yet, suprisingly all of the text remained
Water molecules, went and came
Fell onto windowpanes
And through gutters, then into drains
Where it finally made contact with the oceans and waves
Several picture frames
Were re-arranged
Because OCD took center-stage
My vision blurry
As I woke up early
Somewhere around six thirty
I got my hands dirty
So I could get some turkey
While showing little if any mercy
During the journey
There was endless controversy
Leaving some on a gurney
There was another theory said
But it wasn't clearly read
To those that were nearly dead
In the waters, sediments got stirred up, some of which didn't settle
In our own ways, we all are gifted and special
Lost control of my temper and went rather psycho
Made a fair share of typos
Out in the jungle with vines
Forests with pines
And beside the ocean tides
What a peaceful day
Nothing gone about in an evil way
I've always wanted to see the fam, kids and people stay
While having an equal say
No giving in
Or worry about if something is a sin
All able to live and swim
Across either side of the prime meridian
While trying to coexist with any amphibians
Jumping and swimming in waters with pieces of obsidian
Before it all turns into oblivion
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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