Of An Essence
I never saw this coming
from the ground up
but what flights are timeless?
for what i felt I knew
but the clocks were all running
In that second of life lessons
The detection was cleverly misplaced
somewhere you left sometimes
Our bad luck was never ending
but we realised the seperation
would be our revelation
but the time was bomb of riddles
the hands of fate say hurry up and wait
And consider the truth behinf the haunted metaphor of what it means to be "them"
Somewhere you left me behind
Everybody wants after it
and I wanted it for me
the floods and fires
And all the warnings
trying not to drown or choke
trying not to burn or choke
The watch on my wrist
was naked and felt
It was going in endless circles
breaki9ng free of monotony
begging pleading in photoalbulms
no two people believe the sam thing
one of the twelve houses abandoned
somewhere you left me out on a line
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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