Future Roads
A Poem by LETitBeKnown
Does
it all die or does it grow from here? Hearing the question so loudly in
your head. It's explosive. Start to finish you caught no glimpse. A
shame to say you missed a lot. Now admitting to blame yourself. The pain
we feel, you caused. Could this be settled? Or are we setting stone?
To map out forever. Future roads designed beyond what we call home .
When do we pause to measure the lines we have drawn? Picking up where
you left off is not so much my plan. Now these hands hold so much more .
Is it in the waiting that we rot in the places we stand? It almost
seems unreal. Could this be settled? Or are we setting stone? To map
out forever. Future roads designed beyond what we call home . When do we
pause to measure the lines we have drawn? Creating every moment from
sensation we perceive to build. Choices leave us vacant. No pointing
signs to heal. Time is just a system. Keep safe what you hold near.
Fading begins immediately. Could this be settled? Or are we setting
stone? To map out forever. Future roads designed beyond what we call
home . When do we pause to measure the lines we have drawn? Does it all
die or does it grow from here? KDM
© 2013 LETitBeKnown
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Added on August 19, 2013
Last Updated on August 19, 2013
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Life is full of flaw. I can accept that. We create ourselves, but people don't see us the way we are. To you; I'm just an external image with a name. If I were to give you an internal piece of me, yo.. more..
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