What is with this Fucking Wind?
Mocking bird flutters
In the thin morning air
Four am chime like London fog
Even before the sun puts a finger up
Peeking and crawling across the sky
A flavor bitter sweet
One scoop too little
And often way to much
Who can judge the judge of souls?
Fluttering wings unheard
Yet effecting the colours
That seems to crawl across
The sky bringing a resolute wind
Who judges the reflections?
On the surface of the moon
The only mirrors protection our eyes
Even though what remains burns away
Mocking bird flutters
In the thin morning air
Four am chime like London fog
Expected to wait forever
Judging right or wrong
Fluttering wings unheard
Yet effecting the colours of the clouds
Fate choosing those that react
Not the ones that stand back
Motivational poster sold on a corner
A flavor better sweet
Like the wind, gone forever
Because we changed
And never can go back
Reliving history
Who judges the reflections?
On the surface of the moon
The only mirrors protection our eyes
Hidden away from what we know
An opportunity ignored and disavowed
Everything in life designed to test
Punished to a dynamic limit
But not every test is for every one
Mocking bird flutters saying I hate tests
2 comments:
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