there are times when
rationality
pervades us
and the truth does as well
holding in your hands the future
like the trigger
of a gun
and somethings just end up stuck there
so we go back to what we think is right
to discover there was never any right
and all was wrong.
so when lines are drawn in space
with police marks 'do not cross'
there is nothing more that you can do
that stand behind and watch
do not set your eyes upon me
in your mind I shall not remain
for this is the kind of storm you
see that never will rain.
hold in your hands your future
so I'll hold in my hands mine,
don't impose upon me e're again
don't try to cross that line.
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
