Friday, February 10, 2012

the little people

The colour of life
is the same as death
As though they are both part of the same thing
the mission to Earth
The long grass blows in the wind
the trees are beautiful and terrifying
the grown-ups seem to know everything
But they are flawed in some way
I cannot put my finger on it
They know how to drive and chastise
But not how to fly
It can be done as soon as you close your eyes
It is that simple
don't you know?
The sign on the window
and on the side of the road
tell me all I need to know.
I am not listening
to them anymore

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