The Moment Inside

Where we live where we were born; where we
were torn, alone, where we think from and sink
from in love and in hate, of knowing ignoring what
we try to call fate, in pain and our joy we are
just natures toy…just a girl…just a boy

The moment inside us; tells & defines us
motions and minds us…
ties we can’t loosen, cut
free or choose them, see them or free them or barely
believe them…
a moment forgotten; hidden & rotten 
never remembering the things that we’ve gotten

This thinking will kill us

Who we are; results of what we touch see feel
surrounding our thinking, swimming and sinking
barely to get out alive, more so to decide..or hide
thinking that this is all there is when it is all we
ever really see, can be, believe and create from
the person version conclusion we’ve become

The moment inside us that tells & defines us
that motions and minds us…
ties we can’t loosen, cut
free or choose them, see them or free them or barely
believe them…
a moment forgotten; hidden and rotten
never remembering the things that we’ve gotten

This thinking will kill us

What we can be; never discovered never uncovered
this thinking we have is a weight on our shoulder, an
immovable boulder, if we don’t get smarter we’ll only get
older but how can we see when it’s us in the way, with
nothing to say nothing today…an empty yesterday

The moment inside us that tells & defines us
that motions and minds us…
ties we can’t loosen, cut
free or choose them, see them or free them or barely
believe them…
a moment forgotten; hidden and rotten
never remembering the things that we’ve gotten

This thinking will kill us

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