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03-11-2007, 11:20 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Confines
"Confines"
Great confines are opened so effortlessly For those wishing to dwell in those finite crevices Feeding off nothing but what they see that lives in the corners The exact same abode as them And they can call it exploration To climb half way up the wall With raw knuckles and sweaty palms "That's as far as anyone can go" But you haven't really discovered anything until Your goddamn hand has grasped the earth and reaffirmed some Simultaneous thought process of new territory As old thoughts drift away like the dirt falling through your fingers unwillingly into the deep abyss of muzzled freedom Fuck it must feel good to accomplish such a risky, overwhelming feat Writing this way while trapped in some confines that lead me to corners of corners I see you up there, or do I? We all see you, that great insufferable being, pacing at the top of the ravine, waiting to pull us out of this dark hole Then life realizes that you were never allowed up there in the first place You get swallowed by death One mild afternoon, probably right after attaining your ground level perspective So short, life is, so short, as short as us, we that are perplexed enough with everything happening here Us standing right here, below the deep, not saying much -Jake
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A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño Last edited by Trauma; 03-12-2007 at 08:07 AM. |