The BIGinning
Emerald and ruby thoughts and I’m on my feet for diamonds. Whiskery kittens and weeds, so many weeds, paved the way. Smoke like chimney and train, waiting for the rain to clean my lungs for a better day.
This is where I’m at, this is where I will stay.
The orient and the other America, I’m weary of no travel or none. I know nothing of the city or sun.
Sit, wait, worry there will be, and I’m technically no one.
So just keep spinning on the Bukowski Plath, where I did the math, and nothing ever made sense but the questions.
I’m round. You’re square. We don’t fit. I don’t care.
The beginning is coming or it already passed.
To forest, and for time, I will never know what’s really mine.
Please bury me with my gold, and the letters that make me feel old. & I’ll try and revolt but I’m too young.
This is where I’m at, this is where I will stay.
The orient and the other America, I’m weary of no travel or none. I know nothing of the city or sun.
Sit, wait, worry there will be, and I’m technically no one.
So just keep spinning on the Bukowski Plath, where I did the math, and nothing ever made sense but the questions.
I’m round. You’re square. We don’t fit. I don’t care.
The beginning is coming or it already passed.
To forest, and for time, I will never know what’s really mine.
Please bury me with my gold, and the letters that make me feel old. & I’ll try and revolt but I’m too young.
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