Thursday, May 8, 2014

Forgotten Language - Before I Was

I walk along those forest lined paths
I stumble on the overgrowth
The scenery of my mind
The whispers of ocean
I walk into it and dive
Searching, searching
In the ruins of forgotten reigns
In the hidden caves of unruly coasts
I’m looking for the self
That was here
Before I was
But maybe some things
Are hidden too well
Maybe some things

Aren’t meant to be found

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