This is not a Song
I hear my soul clanging
Onto my past, holding on
None I can think of changes
The traumas I'm coming from
I hear my voice singing, talking
Hardly breathing into the ground
There is no end and no beginning
But subtle confusion to be around
Time after time I see people going
Sympathies fading in the seconds
Instincts or minds expelling souls
Before anyone however reckons
I want to explore my breath
Discover depths, set it free
I need to be unexpectedly
Howsoever, dearly be me
Faith? Where is it going?
Hopes? What is it about?
Honor! Magical fountain
Shushes my pride proud
There is nothing to say
There’s nothing to gain
But efficiency and truth
Plus, less living in vain
This is not a song. - Still
Tones of it jingle around
Perforate my existence
Allowing higher ground
The night approaches
The heat’s cooling off
My body, that temple
Weighs down above
The curtains closed
The birdies singing
The cars passing
Voices ringing!
HC Thiesgen
Jun 29, 2024
9:48pm (ET)
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