Sometimes it defies
imagination.
Who we need to be,
how we become,
who we’re meat to be,
who we are,
lost in the space between,
lost in the stars.
A voice is just an echo
off our bones
and a little bit
of electricity,
so how is that supposed to be
identity?
Continuity?
Alive
in every way possible,
but dying
at the same time.
We’ve always been
such funny creatures;
staring at the Sun
and going blind
every night.
Loving for the feeling
and then fighting
where it leads us
with all our might.
Right is wrong
as long as it’s alright
and up is down,
so long as we’re around
and we still love the sound
ringing off our own bones.
It tells us we’re here,
in the atmosphere.
Maybe we can run away
to some other place
where things are different,
but we’re not made
for playing games
in any other way;
that’s why what makes sense,
makes sense.
Besides,
it doesn’t matter anyway.
We’re only here for today
and after tomorrow
our plans will change.
Our minds will walk away.
Sometimes we defy
imagination.
Who we are.
Who we’re going to be.
One day,
we’re going to be
possibilities.
HG – 2017
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Thank you.
I love the last bit. Wonderful! 🙂
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.