Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Stepping forward blindly

In times we believe
the times we see
my time is narrow
dancing with danger
and facing shadows.
 
A demon awaits in silence
to demand the unknowns
and unleash the newborns
as they spread and mutate.
 
I can't describe it's nature
or where it comes from
but,
it flows as the dam clears.
 
And all nature seems beautifully free
 
-all things common and familiar
 
The "no" is aware and stubborn at best!
clinching onto the repetitive past,
missing the moments time has to offer.
 
I wonder at most
before the dead of night
just who will last
and who will play best,
who will rise up
and who will play at rest.

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