Reasonable adjustment.
A friend.
Reaching a new arrangement.
To execute the end.
A real life measure, weighting to be seen.
Mis-connected real life woes that receive a mismatched meme.
When there was once a star to guide us, all there is, is trees.
Where the void was filled with silence, my brain brings only greed.
I am only saying this because I can’t think where I should go.
My boredom has not yet passed beyond the unsurpassed ego.
Now I dance.
Brave as you.
Scattered form, of autumns blue.
A fear of rearrangement.
A new type of exchange.
Not Money, nor hate, not fear and not love.
Misguided by the realm of sleep.
The damp-course of my mind,
is ever tracing back to you,
my last living lifeline.
Trust me.
Trust; Me?
There was a story that told us the truth once.
There is a new tale being told.
One without an ending,
that reads of bitter cold.
The flame, the drip, the air of chance.
Our flame is stripped, no fuel to dance.
We are only the rhyme, not the words you see.
Our lonely hearts were once to be …
Caged in our obsession, but never, ever free.
Now we steer the sinking ship and have lost track of the way.
Time is neither here nor there.
It’s never, ever, day.
Bring us to the water and we won’t swim out for fear.
We can only stand and stare while the edges disappear.
Expanding universal forms in aether re-emerging.
Forever and a day ago was just another day in the life of these strangers.
Once it was a forest of young sun swept growth.
Then it was a woodland, now a single barren oak.
Has seen the realms evolving,
Has seen the fogs and traps.
Remembered and then forgotten, more than is in ‘order’
Survival is an acorn, that drops on barren ground.
Survive brave oak. You must survive.
Pick me up kind stranger, now place me on the fertile plain.
Gard me with your mind, your wit, your empathy, your rage.
Let’s sow more seeds and grow thine will towards …
the empaths golden age.
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