Friday, October 28, 2011

Unawareness

I feel sure I don't know you
You're far behind
Cherished beyond
A drangonfly on your pushed back hair
You hail from the land of ladder and fence
I'm sure. I don't know your kind
You wanderer. Poisned by snake-bite
When you walk, I gamble it, If I should become
Another one.. Another, takes to fill this puzzle
Whoa, They don't notice you
They don't distinguish
And I feel I know more than anyone I could blame
They think, I stole the line
I don't belong
When they check me, I'm so gone
And I glance as a river says
Once you dip in you're flown away
There's no second chance, No second prayer
To step in wet
But you, foal of the modest fathers
When I pass you, knock me up,  I'm becoming them..


 

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