As a loose cannon, fixing every action, dodging every feeling,
As the one held back from his own nature, does he thrive.
In fear does excitement come, balance thrown to the wind,
In fear can you poison that same honey you drink.
One child,
Or one tree, we are all grown the same.
The scent of power draws children nearer,
The scent of excitement will kill all those he touches.
If only we had known how powerful our tears were,
To bring back the fight we used to fight for.
If only we could tell the difference, and thrive again.
Two birds, aiming for the same branch,
Two birds, a belly full of sweet honey waiting to fly again.
Another as fearless as the sun, daring the moon to follow it,
The other, just yearning for life beyond death to change him.
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Stream of Consciousness
PoetryCome join us you emancipators from reality, You who wouldn't die for anything in this world, Though we are no more than martyrs. We'll never care for you, but you'll gain so much. We all have something worth hearing, and We all have something to le...
