Look inside yourself.


Syrphose Stone



Can you even remember the story?

It has been so long ago....

I forgive if you don't know, let me tell you again...






I can tell you a hundred things
About a hundred subjects
For every electrical spark inside my skull
The memories jolting by in chaotic fury
There has to be one that sings
Theres a tune in my ear lobe
So when the evening grows dark
I lay myself down to crawl

In the vastness of the caves
I listen hard on mine own self
All the wonderment it paves
Is stunning on its own
Silence can be golden
But the Syrphose Stone is black
Though if you cannot find it
Then you might not turn on back

I had found it, way back when
The path was clear and there were signs
But that was many past a year
I know I would not tread on twice
The farthest you can reach
Is not well known by few of few
For once you have the Syrphose Stone
You know what next to do

Once you have the Syrphose Stone
You must stay Kautious as a Kite
And mark my words when I say
What you Thot you Mite not Mite
You think yourself ahed
By linar vishun of the Nite
Must keep wauking under water
Find mi passuge of the Rite



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-04-01 at 03:23

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