Tag: Lunes

lies weighed in equal measure seem enough like justice

what are these edges sharp and flat like all our choices? the last thought before the first time for many

The things we learn when we’re not thereCan lead us far from anywhere:To hollowness, and lives of pain,And using maybe half a brain But this is how we come to grow:By reaching past the things we knowTo vanity, hubris, and regret,And woes we hadn’t dreamed of yet.

Coming to a store near you.

And yet, we are afraid to give it

Appearance Lies as a habit Thoroughly

just out there flowing past, timeless old waters once where chieftains ruled both the same change, and vanity