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by Martini94

May 19, 2014

I lie here thinking of words to say

I see a moment

I'm building it slowly

reaching, to hold it

close to me dearly, no more running streets

in search of a door

to welcome me

the outstretched arms are in front of me

I navigate the current through the lines

in the palms of your hands

they point me towards you like

a compass to a ship to land

docked in this clarity

shocked by the power of seeing

versus what it means to truly believe

to see a dream before it's born and hold it

to hear the creak of a door

and enter what's before it

to knock without hesitation and live without regret

not regress on old times

and renegge on old promises

stow them up and wait

for it to explode

like pressure under a bottle cap

I'll check these missions one by one

tap into my instinct

instinct of knowing when to release this arrow and

tackle my ideals

tac them up on the wall

next to deals

open my box

I know what's there

I can wait

cuz I know something better awaits

I can hum on a idea

and let it spread it's wings and fly

even if the ground is dry, no rain

and darkened sky

A storm approaching outside

lurking in the distance

cuz for my fields to grow

I must except feeble existence

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