2cool4skewl
The boy named Tom knew not which way to go,It seemed wherever he went, they said: ‘no, No. NO!’.
Lethargic now, Tom spent his last breath as he wept.Reaching to the stars with his new doppler effect.
A small drop fluttered,Yet none was bothered,Not a soul was stirred,Not a sound from the herd.
From silence rose nothing,From nothing grew something,Whom filled with it’s content,Remained…
A sight so blind,Closed eye,Open mind.
As all of it comes spinning on end,To a different time,In the place I mend.
Trapped in a haze,Shallow fruitless embrace,
Stare at the sun,With your spirit undone,
Time, but a rift,Into it’s endless drift.
Awake from your bliss,It won’t be missed.