Reveal your soul through the fruit of your lips.
Dark place. No luminosity.
You would think my mind could fathom alteration.
But Im stuck in this same region with no type of conception.
Time pasts. Still here.
I wanna move to a higher plateau. Higher ethos.
Higher place with a higher power.
You would think my mind could fathom alteration.
But Im still stuck in places of trepidation.
I wanna move.
2 comments:
wow, that makes so much sense 2 me, there are times when i feel i must move beyond wherever i'm at rite now like there is something better for me. Very nice poem
if i understood the big words it wud have made more sense to me but i get the basic concept! =]
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