It gets me high,
high above myself
and the materialistic shackles
that I bind and find myself in
We are dirt
dirt on the ground
for others to walk on
and from time to time
that is alright
we are all in it together
arent we?
But you
You make me see
that other part of me
Im already free
but you serve as a memory
both you and me
we are already free
But our tests of moral flesh
and our struggles to find ourselves
me and you
we put ourselves through
and through
and through it all
the beauty is there
still
peaceful
and unmoved
But you move my soul
you invoke a spark of momentum,
a reaction
its your love,
you know
what you are
to me
beautiful
so beautiful.
2 comments:
Sublime, jen.
How much thought goes into creating this? Or does it pour out spontaneosly?
And the dream that you had...recently in a dream, i was actually shot dead and i, rather my spirit was roaming around, flying, invisible. Enjoyed it though.
It flows out of me...like liquid, but lighter.
I enjoy flying and dying in my dreams. It's liberating...:-/
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