shadows wave goodbye
with shiny fingers, ripples reflect for me, everyone becomes an echo of themselves, not sure if they are real, green paper says in god we trust, but they dont worship it, and i am not sarcastic, i dont need a briefcase or a cup of coffee to go insane, kid a, will do, they like smiles, so i smile and become one too, but what do they know? theyre not superheros, i can travel between both worlds as i so choose, i see more in a quiet afternoon underneath a lazy tree than most people see in a lifetime, candy is a magic fruit that allows you to act and speak as a child again, i exist so that they can sleep safely at night, who said tricks were for kids? i cannot see myself, time surrenders itself at my feet, and says we do not exist, we are shadows in the shade, and birds are proof that we can fly. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 05:54 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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