In the stew of me and you ... are the battlefields... of a traveling show... the showing of what isnt and what could be... to sail upon the deserts seas,.. to float across the the mountains breeze.... the swirl of the world of all the people... in this vast vat of commotion... as the winds whip the seas drowning... the loves why cant it be... the future of the hearts that beat as one... are being stir at a pace leaving us undone... the Fire of the flame under the pot... will never burn out... for it is of what love has got... us to a place of lost wandering souls... lost in the seas of the desert... with those others having control... So when I leave this place I now reside... I will leave you no more at my side... for the stew of what was once me and you... has become them and you... the waves of life come so fast... the pot spilled over you are free at last...
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 10:13:31 +0000
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