Sep 17 2008
Poems (Vol 2)
Bring me to my knees
Boxes of moving mentality
line the walls
a change is about.
There you stand
a farewell to the crowd.
They disolve into the mist
the room is smokey
clouded judgement
heralds the worst.
Shake off the feeling of
filth.
The diverging path
steming from disbelieving you.
Reset.
I will see you at the top of the world.
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