Thursday, September 10, 2009

Illusion

As a fly away feather unblemished in a bloodied kill
Is my sweet escape as I take to flight
Leaving the soul that lays extinct

I had been running for miles
And then I came to a stop
I found myself standing at the beginning point
Was it an illusion or was it the deception
That convinced me that I was really moving

The needle that threads fantasy and reality
Left an equality in me that was indistinct
And a freedom that was imagined

The sanity that vanished from me
Is the single pedal
That detached itself from the rose
I peeled away from the source of all my beauty

Have I swam too far out to sea
Have I drowned in the ecstasy of my pride
Only the stars can envision my path
My pedal dances across the graveled surface
How long will it survive


~TO BE BROKEN IS BETTER THAN SHATTERED~