beats

a silence looms throughout the room
and it echoes as it pulls its loom

a tapestry of stagnant peace
a placid heart beats still with fear
of life itself to show its face
and give it reason to pump its girth

but no, it never comes, it never shows
its inert self is never showing
never flowing, never rowing

never given a glimmer, a shining speck of hope to try
and give itself to life and fly
among the birds who know the way
an utter stillness inside there eye
that lives atop there mighty brain
moving a mile inside a day
inside a beat, inside a rhyme
inside a flicker of great time

oh i know it shows itself to those who try
who give a damn, or have a care
but those who sit, still and wait
and hope for life to peak its head
among the tops of trees that wait
with steel eyes, and concrete minds
and inside of time it lives
without a care for those don't
or for those without a care
without a mind, without a hair
that sit alone, in the depths of time
waiting for the stillness time
where they can come, and and be alone
and be together in there forlorn lives

(yah, im really tired, and none of this flows, and my computer keeps erasing parts of this when i scroll down so shuddup)

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