4/02/2009

A Wonderful Shot

Tick tock, cracks and clocks
And every second fills emptiness
Such ease in the disdain, for laying my head down
Just never felt so reclusive

Half of a day, such a bleeding alarm
Ridicule every moment I didn't miss
Such a beautiful chance to stay away and completion away
March me home, and watch me go

It's peace for the first time
And I'm leaving every worry behind
With a pair of hands held high that I could stretch across
Love, oh don't you play burdens

Who could guess we could conjure up a plan
No one really, impossibility
Through honest phrases that floated up bound
That path is short, made of white, shall we frolic through

1 two cents' worth:

Unknown said...

i want to say,
your rhyming one yesterday had rhythm... it felt good to read it.

third stanza:
its fragrance is sweet and fresh.
reminds me of spring.

flomy, E.
(a foamy phlegm)