Sunday, November 25, 2012

A floating dart.

The sun is shinning and the world is turning,

The birds are singing, and I am burning.

Take it anyway you like,

But I, no longer, can ride that bike.

The earth is sinking,

And I can't stop blinking.

At all the selfish people, and asking why,

That they are so scared of a fly.

That a boy, with the bravest heart,

Touches the world like a floating dart.

To mistake his anguish for something weak,

Is the opinion of ones, with a shallow streak.

His nature is true, as is his trust,

Just as strong, as the earth's crust.

But, of what I know.......

Can I, in my heart, can I let go.

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