Children starving far away,
And we could save them all.
But I want to spend the day,
Just staring at the wall.
What is time, and what is space,
And is there really fate?
Inside this moving, static place,
I simply choose to wait.
Can a human fate just be,
A living null result?
Am I choosing to be me,
A lifeless young adult?
There's comfort in a life so small,
With edges set so well.
Every single heavy wall,
Secures me in my shell.
Every wall so hard and gray,
Except the special one.
I got an artist here one day,
To paint a setting sun.
And with my nature kept inside,
With beauty standing still.
The chaos of the world can hide,
Like sun behind a hill.
Perhaps this is the coward's way,
To try and turn and run.
But if I'm here, I get to stay,
And watch the setting sun.















Comments
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nobody is weird.. its just a word to discriminate people who others find different from them.
-dreamsdenied
me likey.
and there are times when i read things of yours and i just wish all of that goddamn talent you have in excess would rub off on me....
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"the problem with resisting temptation is that you might not get another chance."-edwin chapin
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"evan, i'm so wet!"
"yeah...they, uh, said that would happen in health class."
-Superbad
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