Sunday, December 9, 2012

More Time

It's bound
That's what I've found
It's time based
Not timeless
It's time spent
No time to invest
Time runs
Makes a mess
Leaks out of its space
Time to capture it
And Plug its uncontrollable flow

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Sort Of...

A sense of lostness
A sort of can't-find-myselfness
A shady blur
Not clearly defined
That says that's me
But again not really

A sense so restless
Sitting behind a thin film of calm
A sense of "foundness"
Momentarily grasped

I am and not yet quite
I was but still the same
I reach and hold back my hand
I speak and cover my mouth
I die but breathe myself to life

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