The writing is on the wall
The drooping eyes see them
The head lifts itself
And falls again in that comforting slumber
Some Muscles are too lazy to move
They stand head to head with those eyes
And stare along at the spectacle
That Movement they call life
The Mind has a point to speak
But it has a part to play
After all it is just one
Of those Million fallen pieces
It gathers some courage
This is too much comfort
There is a creation waiting there
What it needs is a body to break free
A spark it sends
Some shackles are broken
A potential is realised
A revolution is born.
The drooping eyes see them
The head lifts itself
And falls again in that comforting slumber
Some Muscles are too lazy to move
They stand head to head with those eyes
And stare along at the spectacle
That Movement they call life
The Mind has a point to speak
But it has a part to play
After all it is just one
Of those Million fallen pieces
It gathers some courage
This is too much comfort
There is a creation waiting there
What it needs is a body to break free
A spark it sends
Some shackles are broken
A potential is realised
A revolution is born.
3 comments:
This is good stuff,This borders somewhere between drudgery and glimpses of brilliance. I wonder if this is very metaphoric to 'Present' and 'Future',or perhaps I'm trying to read a bit too much!!
Actually it is metaphoric to "past" and "present" and some bit of future.
After reading it 2 times, I could understand it.
Mind against the Body....good thought
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