Dust Gathering on My Rhymes
I
am suspended in a time that is lost
in
the laughter
flowing
from my lips.
And
no one ever told me,
there
is no way out of this.
I
am past recognizing solid ground
and
burning
from
the memories I keep.
Still,
my Muse sings a lullaby
while
my destiny weeps.
Paper
flowers litter the floorboard
of
my heart
and
go up in smoke inside my head.
I
can't control
a
single breath ahead.
My
thoughts choose to stay inside the ink
where
there's no risk
of
living outside this time.
I
can feel dust gathering...
on
my rhymes.
