Is Reality Unbending
Beneath ground level towns meddling
Sodden streaming business circles
Cheap entertainment and gossip
Beyond the stop signs and road mines
Potholes and exhaust steaming
Future graveyards we are ingrained already
It will be us on those bookshelves...
Reaching out to communicate
Our lives and what we know
When all the dust settles
And we realize timeless human
Undergoing, underwent, forever curious
Precarious our plunder into big bold Time
Eyes dare to capture enchanting sunlight
Black holes spin, morph, transist
The interwebbing of psychic space
Dream forms land, rain dances mate with fate
Yes, I feel the past breathing, culture teeming
Like waddling toddlers striving to make way
Paying open minds for youthful beings
Bashful in open air concerto
yet still robust with authority's musty grenade
Through loving every moment
Of this silly, wonderous, unexplainable life
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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