by Travis Rent

Created on: August 25, 2009

What drives us to move? Will an answer come,
Before thought is extinct and nature is numb?
I would answer truly if I did not covet,
And live, and laugh, and had learned to love it.
The movement I feel makes time seem to peel.
Dimension is new time and its' force is surreal.
Light is new thought,
Sight is now not. Conviction is tarnished but solid as steel.
Yet visions still come to my method of seeing;
They fly with full force at the one chance of freeing
The thought from the mind which seemingly,
Puts up great resistance quite easily.
Naturally, the order has made
Escape from myself an impossible trade.

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