To Collect
Seasons pass as tendencies fall
Tripping over laws that order societal resolve
A laughing matter not for the victims assailants never caught
Consuming thoughts processed opposite happy holidays
Timely reminders of days with doubt of faith
Following what remnants of personality are left
In remembrance to the passing of a seasons embrace
Changing of tides gradual yearly overflow
Floating precariously upon the viscous layer that is ground level
Humid are the days within this worlds corrupted bubble
Popped superficially the seams of jeans without repair
Airy and light the right direction for health is to share
Open up the closed door that bridges only hope
That shines us through the night filled days
Trials our tasks that drift us to part different ways
As the tearing of our eyes judge loosing growth
Never giving up knowledge in search of what is to be believed
Minds expanses with infinite possibilities wants needs to reach
To gain the sponge of absorption an advantage rarely sought
Fill to leak what we read sharing the truth that speaks with free thought
A literal fantasy that unravels all destinies
Untied are the shoes that do trip over no thing
Imaginary is the divide that conquers our mind
Faced with a message to seek ourselves and find
The laughter designed to wrap us in figurative speech
Leeching opinion outward most personal belief
Revolting awareness currents honest denial
The waste collected to be filed in the system since a child
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Copyright © Kristina Whitmore | Year Posted 2017
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