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.
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