Like a spider
caught within his own web,
with a myriad of voices
echoing within my head.
It's not how you're raised,
it's not how you're bred.
I know what it's not
but not sure what it is.
Like when the breeze becomes wind
and the wind starts to howl
I've heard it roar
and watched from afar,
moving in like Time
with little reason, little rhyme...
Back to thoughts that dance upon my mind...
Like rain falling on a pond,
spattering the water's canvas,
shining like crystals on the lawn,
a soft, wet kiss and then gone.
Do you ever wonder where you belong
in the scheme of things
or if we belong at all?...
circa 2010
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