Apr 25, 2005 14:42
I see a world of possibility
Limitless save for the boundaries
Of my own imagination
I wipe a tear away with my fingertip
Then another, and another
I push the hair away from disengaged eyes
Trembling lips held down by teeth
Trying not to let the fear escape
I look down, my mind gathering up all thought
To dispose of it
We speak in toungues that hold all meaning
We ponder the inevitably refusable solutions
The breaths we take screaming the unhearable
Heads pressed together
As our bodies disconnect
The next step is still not ours to take
Whatever that step may be
The problem of having the unbroken,
Is having nothing to fix