Jun 2, 2010

Untitled #37


Trains fleet our cumbersome mind.
Unsure of where they must run.
Their conductor, manages unwillingly.
How must we catch something that we are running from?
We have let the race begin.
Allowed humanity to prevail.
Our mind left behind.
Skeletons molded from our sins.
Clouds evaporated from our tears.
If only we were to grab and render.
Control hearts and minds.
Balance difference.
For difference is true peace and unity.

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