Lets say you be poetry in motion
That no longer stay on the pages
underneath the cover of a self titled journal
with such solid words that form you so perfect
And in this book I lose myself
with dreams of becoming saint, forget my memories. Lullabies step a side!!
Here you'll find me shedding tears for your every word
well for now I have turned the page
to the seam of your new rebirth
it screams I'm sick of being forgotten!
So you the poem
be lighting candles to illuminate my path
of your fire and inspirations
we step ever so softly into clouds and visions
and your song has never sounded the same.
Now I have come to realize that
you live this life to be remembered
and it makes me nervous
So you poetry in motion
weird how no such thing comes ones!
your motion that frightens the world is my sickness
and I'm back to where I started
Page by page I tear your world apart
now motionless your bound to stay
this motion that was ones my sickness has become
my torture, despair, and I have failed
poetry, motionless forever
now I have realize that there's no time to spare
poetry will you ever write again
will you find me once again
will your motion stay in tune
or forever cast to darkness?
