Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The man was always there
Watching them spin like they always have
Intrigued by their jubilant attitude
Their lives danced as if attached with ribbons
They danced even despite tragic times
They still had faith in their own kind
Even though to him they were left behind
Such a beauty could not be designed
The man wishes he could go and join them
And release his burdensome role of watchman
He is prevented by an unseen force
One which cannot be explained through discourse
A cold barrier as if to keep him in place
For once you see how something exists
It becomes impossible to give chase

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