Sitting In Your Basement, Still So High Above the World

CodeRiotCodeRiot Posts: 115
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the colors sway
from left to write
you tell me things
I know I'll love
even if they mean nothing
they rock my world
and the mind grasped
onto the table
holding dearly as I'm lifted
to the sky above
through the floors
where wolves walked
and babies learned to talk
and god himself invented
I feel my body seperate and float
up up away

I'm with you still
with my hand on your mouth
don't let any outward moving air
spoil this feeling
I tried to be a better me
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
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