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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Cant Play It Safe

I'm restless and blissfully alone
I'm the boy that time forgot
Planted precariously on the high wall
Can you hear me? I can never play it safe

My quivering, emergent leaves are red
Hand painted with my own life-blood
Prayers tossed carelessly to the sky
Set free for their moment upon the wind

The complacent, glibly accuse my life
Knowing not, I'm their freedom's cry
Soon forgotten inside mansions quiet
Along with all the powers of light

I'll bring you pleasant, aching shadows
Light, longing in the face of innocence
Chasing mists, while the world lies sleeping
Dance with me along the beams of infinity

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