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Awake in the dew, the shadow widens,
Exstending out into places unknown.
Things undiscovered but ventured,
Making amends with all thing forgotten.
It mimics it owners being.
Moving in ways only fluid thing can.
Slideing effertlessly into each crack.
Bending and cuveing thoughtlessly.
It doesn't know where it goes.
It doesn't know where it belongs.
It doesn't ask where it goes.
It doesn't ask where it belongs.
Then again, as it creeps openly,
The things it needs most fail it.
The shadow grows stale,
Even other shadows cower from it.
Bending backward into itself
Shadow creeps back to its owner
Who in itself doesnt know who it is.
Shadow feebly stays under toe.
It doesn't want to know where it goes.
It doesn't want to know where it belongs.
It doesn't want to ask where it goes.
It doesn't want to ask where it belongs.
It just wants to BE.
Exstending out into places unknown.
Things undiscovered but ventured,
Making amends with all thing forgotten.
It mimics it owners being.
Moving in ways only fluid thing can.
Slideing effertlessly into each crack.
Bending and cuveing thoughtlessly.
It doesn't know where it goes.
It doesn't know where it belongs.
It doesn't ask where it goes.
It doesn't ask where it belongs.
Then again, as it creeps openly,
The things it needs most fail it.
The shadow grows stale,
Even other shadows cower from it.
Bending backward into itself
Shadow creeps back to its owner
Who in itself doesnt know who it is.
Shadow feebly stays under toe.
It doesn't want to know where it goes.
It doesn't want to know where it belongs.
It doesn't want to ask where it goes.
It doesn't want to ask where it belongs.
It just wants to BE.
So - many things in my life are leaveing me confused and odd. So I thought it was about time for a moment to write it all out.
© 2006 - 2024 RaymoreClef
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I have to comment this one again because I love it with my whole heart that words or pictures couldn't even describe it.
If I had to choose a poem out of millions in the world to be my one and only favorite, my life moto, everything and anything you could think of.... it would be this one.
If I had to choose a poem out of millions in the world to be my one and only favorite, my life moto, everything and anything you could think of.... it would be this one.