on the pile…
the possessions that owned you!
all of your memories,
your prejudices, your acts of
vengeance and greed…
all the things you think you needed…
your rights, your wrongs,
your halo, your guns…
your patriotism, your pride,
and the doors you locked…
all on the pile,
without looking back…
set the fire!
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morning breaks, that they have not taken
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i dreamt of snowfall,
or maybe it was just what’s left of you,kissing what’s left of me….or maybe it’s the only replythat i have for God…or maybe just my lifetime,staring back at me…or maybe it’s the answerto the question i cant speak….or maybe it’s just death,coming around like an old friend!
we run towards the fire,
what we want, what we need,what we believe, who we are!standing on the stage,waiting on the curtain to rise.i put my hands in my pockets,and stare down at my feet.the lights turned down,waiting on the roar…i realize without thinking,‘i just dont care! ‘take destiny’s stone statues,and close forever’s book.there are no faces in the darknessimposed…
what if in time
and lived for us again?would we change?would we stop?would we cling?would we touch?would we shed a tear?would we dance?would we give? …so, why didnt wethe first time?