Re-programming
and so the world fell
tumbling and rumbling with sparks and great cracks
left in the dust we were supposed to stand as the last hope of a fallen civilization, the last flickering light and love, hope and faith
I hope we get there
that is why I stay
I look within and find a complicated system of my own creation, that I no longer understand
Somewhere in the myriads of voices that sound within me, are those voices I should listen to, those that are actually mine
Somewhere in a corner
hidden behind false rules, unaccepting systems and categories that should never have been defined
is that light I once lit within my heart
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2010-08-03 at 13:46
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