green-ink
Rasping pencils across sun-stained paper
Soft whispers across a hall, faintly echoing between walls
of stone and dust
A light breeze from pages flipped
An airless rom filled with voices,
repeating mantras of formulas
and grammar
Repeat, practice and preform
Repeat, practice and preform
Slides of speaches with knowledge barly spread
Marks on walls, arms, books and minds
Lectures faintly spooken
A common breath of air,
a wish for luck,
a begining,
an end
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
Burned by rivers beyond repair
Fallen heroes swung with remorse
Feathers cut from diamonds cold
Hands blue by air lost
Head heavy with regret
Arms bound by sorrows
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
Bound by sorrows
beyond regret
Locked in heaven
Locked in hell
I long for freedom off a cage of lies and truth
I long for freedom of my past and future
I long to spread my wings and let the tip of feathers brush against the burning stars in a sky of velvet
I long to fly free of truth and error
A fool stands in the forest waiting for nothing but wonder
Someone wise does not enter the woods on the invite of such tricks
But for whom shall the tricks fall true,
and for whom shall they fly with the ashen leaves?
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