by Travis Rent

Created on: August 22, 2009

Write Think Grow

Don't Need; just know

Can't recreate what doesn't grow

Wait for the day when your skies will snow

Or show some instrument by which we all flow

A vast machine placing you at the bow

Or something immediate

More likely to be

Realism painted artistically

Not an abstract; just with the face of one

True meaning is being

Somethingup heaving

Just want to be breathing

But powerfully seething

Intentions which

cause us to act

On feelings; no meanings or purpose intact

An ego at loss is not easy to control

The fact of the matter falls prey to the hole

Don't fall, be falling, with everything to know

Don't prey, be praying, towards your own soul

If time changes meaning, then I'll close by saying

This means nothing

I was just playing

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