Im over the top but still under the sand,
The more I sink,
The whiter it gets,
Explain the noise,
Explain the words,
So many words; triple the noise
So many meanings I cant find,
Bring him back.
His snow beard,
His gentle skull,
His wise eyes,
And the spiritual aura he gave,
Wise, read, snow, gone.
Repeatedly, alone alone.
Im used to it because thats the circle that cant be broken this circle cant caterpillar its way back to a new path so help me God help me stop trying.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
