Is it some muster of our calling,
How we lie so still,
yet blissfully falling,
A murmur and a whisper,
A shout in the dark,
The echoing call,
Of a night-dwelling lark
Living in the shallow pace of life,
A slow paddle, or a run through fire,
A circus with no colour,
Balanced on this wire,
Can you really live this way?
Without a spark, without light,
And rainbows to filter love,
To look upon the rain and smile,
As it pelts down from above?
Give me a race any day,
Call me out to play,
Wipe the tears away,
I will not stand still -
This is my life, I'll live it,
I will.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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