To Want a Miracle

I can't help but tip my hat to those who,
By their own little equation,
Surround themselves in facades by the masses of litigation.
To think that the world likes you,
Perhaps it does give a wave of glee,
Up in the silver clouds with nothing to flee.

Often i find myself looking up, be it out a window or outside,
here standing alone on the plain,
Facades but a myth for they only drain.
Drain i tell you as we wander, lost of ourselves
Squeeze out every ounce of perfection and grace
Almost as if the fragile tearing of lace.

Though i can't help but admit,
That temptation of happiness and wonder
It leaves me standing yonder,
Just a little bit longer in the hopes of something,
Anything this world has to give,
So i can finally live,
breath freely among the many flocks of birds,
And take it all in, this world i'm in.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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