April 7, 2010
A meer spec of life I walk
Unknown, not heard, not seen
Then you wonder why I dont talk
Years fly, wrinkle my paper, throw me free

Thorns only stick till you decide
Feel a sting, peel the skin, let me bleed
Time will seal my open cuts dear life
Concrete, open dirt, gravel is all I need

Comfort of the earths dirt with time it all erodes
Just like every face you meet in the end they all go
So, don't bother to meet my spec of life that roams
Fires will be my release and the ashes will just flow

Today, the winds still blow my ashes on
Tomorrow, the airs might stop and I'll be gone

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