Words, we use every single day,
To prove our point and give strength to our say.
In the end just symbols,
They are intrepreted as we please.
For some words more meanings than one another
lik faint, and others so to speak.
The tryst with destiny,
As i so oppose each day
leave me faint on the sidewalk
and begging to just lay.
Make time, yes as an Opussian I can
as a philosopher move mountains and astronomer star gaze;
as a writer ceiling gaze and as a student laze around too.
But as a boy of 15, I could just fall
to let go of the burdens of overestimation
and rthe praise of a torture well carried out.
And I faint, on my bed though noone knows
death, sleep and unconsciousness all come within closed eyes.
Who is to judge which is what?
The skies are blue today
but I sleep with a fear they may not be so tomorrow.
Doubt and rage cloud my sight
make me faint, as faint as sunlight on a misty day
or the way it reflects upon twilit pools of soapy radiance.
Forever more, never more.
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