Friday, January 18, 2013

Spark 8*6*9

in between the independent lines of you and I
lays a synergetic empathetic commonality
pieces of puzzles like rubble line the floor
my feet choose to head for the door
and you only choose to snore

i breathe in deep and release
peace to the chassy of the ride that carries me
'cause you know it's not about the destination
it's all about the ride

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