like describing rainbows to the blind.
im in front of somthing i should have ben behind.
it hits with a force i cant begin to describe.
a pain so sharp that a blade really did divide.
two halves matched but never should have ben together.
being torn hurt but now i know that it made me better.
im stepping forward but the ground treadmills in the back direction.
i trip into a puddle and look in but see no reflection.
am i losing my self as the ground pulls me back to where i started.
i keep looking in and as i go back what i see begins to be restored.
and i implore that things dont go back to the beginning.
for if i go where it was born i will find my ending.
my old man is rebuilding.
so i get up and run. i dont look back at all.
the backwards pull has a drop off waterfall.
will i outrun as the dirt falls at an alarming rate.
or will i run out of land and by the abiss be ate.
i see a hope in the distance and i hope i didnt make her wait.
;) ~ :( ~ ;*
