Two parallel lines

See the world,
Threw half closed eyes.
The stars threw an unfocused mind
One dream, one moment.
One spec of dust at a time.
Two parallel lines,
They predict my fate.
Are they true?
Is it what I want...
But that is what is.
Bestowed upon me
Thrust into my life.
I live the life of a hopeless sinner.
And I get the gift of saints?
A blessing or a curse.
That's all it comes down too.
Am I worthy?
Of something so pure.

Reviews

[Derek Nall]

Good stuff, We are all worthy of something so pure :)

[BryanaBear]

Thanks

[Nick.B]

A beautifully painting you've managed to create with your words, great job

[BryanaBear]

Thank you means a lot