Preception
Conversations write instruments
I did not know what you meant
by saying so many things
that life brings
I am coughing up every word
that you have heard
these miles flying over my head
but they weren't birds
the things that bring death from below
are not the way to go
everlasting life brings immorality
that is the ulitimate reality when time come controls the state of mind
the words I find
are not very simple because mans dark ways
drowns during the day
Copyright © Matthew Thurman | Year Posted 2014
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