Colors swirling
Red blue and black
Pages unfurling
Under the mask
Set the records down
Switch the music off
And turn around
But never stop
The story keeps writing
Itself in circles
The music keeps playing
Though it's been shut off
The cycle of the world
Spinning in circles
The motion of our life
Momentarily stop
Weightlessly hanging
Deep in space
The colors still painting
The hidden days
The story is over
But the music still plays
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What it's about; One specific moment in time can make your life stand still. Not change it, not always, but stop it. The world can be revolving around you, but your own life can suddenly be so different - in a good or bad way - that nothing else matters.
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Black Book of Life - 08/21/08
Posted by Meg at 5:43 PM
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2 comments:
You write such relatable poems.
I write about things I go through, and I go through most of the same things other people do. So there you go XD
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