Wednesday, November 24, 2010


This was written on November 22nd, 2010

You blind and you burn
Even help the world turn
But so much slower
So I have to lower
My own standards
So that I can accept you
Even still you kill
And provide a thrill
Which some will never know
I feel deep inside as though
As though I should show
This world your beauty
You lack concern for us
Flying with fury as I ride this bus
Because we all come and go
We all die and grow
Separating ourselves from you
Melted sand holds you at bay
The glass that lets in rays
Of light and still keeps out your blight
Separates us now
But I will find a way somehow
To show your beauty to this world

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