The Gravest Mistake of them All

When the future is near
All you want is your feet to keep walking
Walking

Talking ever so lightly

The past is a haze
but your memory blazes with walking
Walking

My beautiful thing, it is not what it seems
All of the universe churns in a stream of you
Walking

Talking ever so slightly




Don't misunderstand How I'm fearing your nearing
Your walking
You nearing your walking my dear is your talking
To mockingly

The stream carries far
But your words are sub par
You're not walking
Always talking

I'll build you a bridge
But your mind cannot reidge all that mocking
All the sirens

The future is nearing, and are you not hearing
All the sirens?

Start walking
Walking



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 07:40

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