zaterdag 3 april 2010

THE CRACK OF THE WHIP PARALYZED MY DREAMS

If things weren’t this shattered
I could flow anywhere I wanted
The past stiffened things up
Holds me back
A lack
Always something missing

But no matter what
I believe that things
can change for the good

I am a map
I’ve laid out myself
But I need a compass
I’ve constructed myself

I know a man can reduce himself
tinnier than the tiniest splinter
Please take down my cloak
to see what’s been hinting
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