fdelano Posted June 25, 2013 Share Posted June 25, 2013 Nettles and Thistles Thorns cling and say wait. I scoff at the scratches, headlong in my quest, younger in mind than body. Forever seeking the prize, heedless that the moment passes forever, offering no reprise in honor. Progeny with platitudes and no knowledge, now hover close, waiting, knowing but not seeing collapse. Time slows, almost stopping the thoughts struggling to leap over the carapace. Questions creep in, but curiosity fails, as inert life finds comfort in slow existence. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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