Speak
I talk more than one could ever ask for at times,
pensive, unawares, and even insecure.
My words float harmlessly through the void, crashing into the shore of
lies that reach my ocean, yeah
my ocean.

I ramble aimlessly at times about nothing and everything...the pointless
and meaningful, unsure where to be.
I feel like the end of new things is at hand,
when the steadfast, stagnant stench takes hold and I drown a little more
and when I die a little more,
unable to fathom why exactly I turn blue
when someone says that I'm green.

Lost amid the waves I coast along...
nothing to see here, move along...I will sit back, sigh and ask myself,
"Is this what I wanted?"
When the wind refuses to answer me I am staring blank into space.
The stars wink out one by one as the sun crosses the sky and I
find that freedom is all I ever wanted...
a way to run away from the pale
ashen faces of duplicity.

I walk along the dirt, eventually mud forms and my toes squish into it with a vengence.
I laugh and feel like a child again at the lake, and riding the waves of the boat
slow steady motions of lullaby's and the slow droll of a rocking cradle.
I have yet to see the moon so pretty, although it stares at me like I am to be its bride.
Its interesting when you think about it...
it makes no sense because you don't allow it to...
Speak to me like a child does his mother, like he does his father
and I will know your pain,
and with earnest I wash it away.
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