Friday, April 29, 2011

Perception


Sometimes I am dead hope,

A million dreams which lay supine.

A kindergarteners humor,

Drifting aimlessly in time.

Sometimes I am existance,

Carry life afar,

Make way through the toughest instance,

And bloom into another flower.

Figuration of budding life

or pale death-

I wander with strife,

Either for fresh green birth,

Or for an angelic end.