![]() Reality's FlightA Poem by NomadKing1971It's time to face this compromise, between, reality's flight, and the path I would like;
for the day and the night cross, to create a blur- forced now, to focus, to come back; sub-conscious world, this conscious world, won't leave me be.
O molester of thoughts, my time you've bought- at least let me have my thoughts.
Untouched; like that of a natural spring, the most pure form. Untouched; like that of a baby, before the first words twist out. Untouched; like that of the simple green leaf we overlook.
touched; like that of the man, whom was committed today, touched; like that of each second, our lives fade through.
This conscious world.....won't leave me be. © 2010 NomadKing1971 |
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Added on March 25, 2010 Last Updated on March 25, 2010 Author
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