Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Multiples
We see in threes,
And possibly fours.
Minds melted into one,
The voices scream and bicker
And force the hand.
I'm sad to leave,
My options aren't varied.
"Can't we make things work out again?"
A voice pops up and whines.
I shake my head, look in the mirror.
Nothing of worth stares back.
We have made our decision,
To fix it all
Means little.
There isn't enough time
To fix it all.
The hourglass sands dwindle.
We've been here too long
And this world has
Started to crush us.
3-28-12
And possibly fours.
Minds melted into one,
The voices scream and bicker
And force the hand.
I'm sad to leave,
My options aren't varied.
"Can't we make things work out again?"
A voice pops up and whines.
I shake my head, look in the mirror.
Nothing of worth stares back.
We have made our decision,
To fix it all
Means little.
There isn't enough time
To fix it all.
The hourglass sands dwindle.
We've been here too long
And this world has
Started to crush us.
3-28-12
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