It's a fine line
The middle ground
Not up.
Not down.
In Out Around .
Rules here follow ...rules here follow ...Rules.
Straight like an arrow into the dark and
the dust of once were places.
The middle ground births flowery lives
and flowery deaths.
Blowing seeds at high speed
Windfull whispers of dry songs in my lungs,
Float my prayers off my tongue
Grow wings and follow
chaos .
Steal the finer pieces of me,
to give back to the stars.
