Thursday, February 17, 2022

Web Skeleton Revolver




I hope you remember!
How we used to be?.
Growing up
A stick was a second away from the next elder.
As their "heads" were bent
on raising a worthy generation.

But time took reign
and "tomorrow was forgotten" in today.
That blocks of a worthy cause,
became skeleton's of the past
left to gather dust.

Barely limping
We ushered ourselves into a zone of distress.
Abandoning kids to be adults
on their "own" reign.
While we embarked on a voyage
of greener pastures pursuit
Happily disembarking, on our duties on call.

So! cold became our nature
For our feelings
were never on call of our pleasure.
On our feet,
we sprinted our cause into darkness.
Rapturing the timeline,
Where dreams emerge.


 

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