Thoughts Lost
THOUGHTS LOST
I am I and I wish I wasn’t
I’d much rather be real
Not a thought from time to time
Or a feeling one conceals
From a world that is
But isn’t
Hope is just a phase of the moon
Setting all night long
Its shadows keep the scars that sleep
This lamenting lullaby, sisyphus’ song
A rising rock
Falls down too soon
Is the secret in clarity
Or in being subdued
Is it chasing the sun
Or being pursued???
Sentences are made of words
And the separating spaces
It’s all scale
Phone calls or faces
Messages or mail
But language fills the gaps regardless
Sentences are made of words and the separating spaces
If words are the spaces between us
How hollow are we?
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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