(no subject)
i looked at it like this
perhaps with this evolution
of two hands in time
we'll find
a time to regroup
a time to bask
a time to grow
::&::
::a time to glow::
gentle drums pulsed
in the backround as
i looked down on my paper
and in my ears
whispered a melody
making itself at home
deep and forgotten
:4: it
twas the veil between
thought
and
thought
and
action
:: ::
staring at me were
squares adorned
of blackend eyes
and no certain
future
in one smooth gesture
i picked up both
and swung forth
a new face
a new future and
a new found place
appeared
~win~
~resume~
the games adults play
and playing adults
as a game
is blissful ignorance of
delusion masked
as imagination
and unknowingly becoming
much like the games
of our youth
and the games
that played our youth
endings could always be found in games
for there is a begining
to makes things fair for all
and for the fair
there was a path
riddled with peril
randomly lead from a card
drawn from a deck made
of suicide kings
all the while
there was an end point
one would reach
and that end point
would surely mean
no more squares
no more peril
no need to question
no need to run
only fire
and desire
sometimes
games
end with a
winner
dreamer
believer
for a moment
we won
our game
breathing as one
knowing that
we had reached
::home at last::
:4: