There are short lines and long lines.
In and over
Over and out
You leave without a single doubt.
There are bad signs and good signs
They are bad minds and good minds.
All or nothing
One for all
You're all alone without a home.
We transcend meaning and feeling. We part into uncertain waters, the story begins just as it ends, the wind.
There was a girl in the world.
She parted her hair to the left.
With words she was particularly adept,
She swept the men she met
To the left.
Well see one day she met,
A man with superior intellect.
She wept, then slept with this man she met.
This thing continued,
for the years they leapt
Competing with words,
Conceeding the verbs.
Contradictions came easy to each
As they pleaded.
As they built their world, into which they further retreated,
everything else became less than what they needed.
Then a day came, to which they both folded.
To the ways of old age, their fates become molded.
Together they'd be, for this eternity, until further they'd reach, for again they would meet.
The world they made, this time defeated,
But again they would come, this would all be repeated.
But this time was different, the man was the woman,
She was the good one, but sometimes he'd be one.
So their fates, far flung from the present,
Were, in fact, created way back in the resin,
A honey colored maiden, for in this we were created.
An instant formation, yet only beginning, we're doomed to repeat it,
In it we should see this, all that we are.
We're closing in fast and we'll be there soon,
Because all what we want has been sitting there, waiting.
No use in debating, we are ours for the taking.
Because all what we want has been sitting there, waiting.
Waiting waiting for the rain to come,
Waiting waiting waiting for someone.
Waiting and waiting and waiting for fun.
It's never going to come.
Because all I wait for is death. I've given up on anything else and all the rest.
It's for the best.
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