My Life Stream

June 28, 2013

Glancing into speechless faces

I can sense the urge within;

Hands of timeless boundaries

Which hold ink pens.

To not be a part of this species

This superior society; weaved

Across mankind’s bloodstream

Into the very arteries

Called life.

Without this power

Without this universe or this world

My existence would mean

Nothing, for poetry is my life stream.

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