Monday, December 1, 2014

Half

Not very hopeful
Not very young 
Not gleaming
Not contemplating future brightness

Half the path walked
Useless beating around the bush
Much audacity 
Frustration

Insignificance of ideas
Nonrealization of dreams 
Mediocrity of words
And feelings

The impertinent permanence of the moving world
Oceans
Masses of water separating masses of land
And people
The efemerity of people

Waves revolving sand
Leaves swaying in the wind
Bright days
Dark nights
Fallen stars
All that remains
Once you're gone

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