words ever flowing/pieces of me
Absent
Chapters
like wet dripping
mirages
coming into focus
commonplace until tread upon
into
and around
forth is the wilderness
knowing not which path forsakes
which path elates
which dream fades
what part dies
in this
Could they have been right all along?
better to stick to the rules
before the door closes
and another chapter begins
there's a future to remember one day
and what's passed is past
but where are the signs
to guide our blindfolded procession
into safety and
righteous places
maybe paradise was in pain
and inside our needs
we shed our solace for longings
and lies
Jason Lammons
like wet dripping
mirages
coming into focus
commonplace until tread upon
into
and around
forth is the wilderness
knowing not which path forsakes
which path elates
which dream fades
what part dies
in this
Could they have been right all along?
better to stick to the rules
before the door closes
and another chapter begins
there's a future to remember one day
and what's passed is past
but where are the signs
to guide our blindfolded procession
into safety and
righteous places
maybe paradise was in pain
and inside our needs
we shed our solace for longings
and lies
Jason Lammons
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