Society, Books, Earth

We turn the pages

One by one

For we are the stories

Without endings

Like mirages that only come true through

a cloaked gaze

They are dug into history

Encrypted with prints

and carved into the malleable minds of tomorrow.

I started as a life

Now I hold the life

I break down the questions

Answer the feelings without measures

Bringing curiousity to the next

I sit all day

On sometimes a bed

or a couch

Maybe someone's mind like a looming

reminder.

Waiting to be seen

For someone to read my thoughts

To see my dreams

I dream of sharing to the eye in alignment

But you dream of observation

with such deep obsessions with analyzing

ever word.

She built the ink

Crafted the words

Burned the lies

She follows the path

Spinning in orbit

Giving us our own to expand

the world from blue/green to 

omnipresent identities.