Relationship loss. getting up. standing up and staying up.
Have I fallen once too much, hit my head upon the hard side of the finger pointed shame?
Is it there I learnt enough of the things I cannot touch or the things of which I am afraid?
Theres a boy with so much heart never trusted him that much, he could not let go nor grasp love
In the web that is his mind theres nothing can be defined and the balance is made daily.
When the rabbit runs hes fine leaps the hounds one at a time over land and over mind to his hiding place, in this place he waits for you in his head he has the view, miracles he says are worth the contemplation.
What is it your on about?
Is your rhetoric all worked out-to exact your retribution?
Is the message in your head-of the picture to be spread onto canvas that is laying at your feet?
Are you sure you are not dead? or just living in its stead-and the images are just repeating?
Can there be the long ago? and if so where did it go? where are the days we shared together?
Miracles he says are work.
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