My Talk To God
Birth of another day
Illuminessnecent
Beaten paths of the everyday mad
For The green precious
Cluttered repetitions and replayed greetings
Within ritualistic meetings
Something same place
Occultism just border line from bleeding
Rat racing til the days completion
For the same luxury
All for the same reason
When the night sky lays high
Head resting on skyline
Periodically showing its full eye
Can help but look up and ask why
Where to am I
Which way
What day
Split open my chest and give it all to the sky
As the wind blows gently by
Kissing my soul and caressing my skin back to dry
Peace
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