The Spiral Of Life - Poem by Cynnd Rose
I touch the words you spread into the air,
and I know baby, I couldn't ever stick to you
I won't accept the yearning you have. -I'm dreaming of the solitary life,
cannot you see?
The unexamined life.
The meaningless life!
The urge to die alone
Doesn't frighten me
I'm willing to sacrifice to be wise as the ones diving from the top of the spiral
And if I died tonight
I would fall through a restless flight
I'd travel threw space and share a cup of coffee with the moon
Patiently, ask to be even more ugly
He'll then jolt my soul into a new seed
Soon to be on my dull, cold new feet
This time, I will die again
on top of my senseless knowledge and
This time, I will end it, before I even begin
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