Somewhere I had never found
Somewhere where we all belong,
But never can quite get to
A space where...
Mind and embodied souls of spaces
Cannot find, cannot mend
Apprehension with thoughts of
Compressed unities transcend
Where we can't quite get to
Or reach
Even taste as we
Trip
Into pits
Into pits
Of prescribed self damnation
Still I'll never quit
Lost life, lost love, lost memories
We lose all that we find
The lemons make our lemonade
And then we lose the rind.
- PatInTheHat and Friends
Special thanks (in order of submitted appearance) to: Caitlin Tschanz, Rayn Phillips, and Mike Duff for contributing to this poem!
Still I'll never quit
Lost life, lost love, lost memories
We lose all that we find
The lemons make our lemonade
And then we lose the rind.
- PatInTheHat and Friends
Special thanks (in order of submitted appearance) to: Caitlin Tschanz, Rayn Phillips, and Mike Duff for contributing to this poem!
A space where...
ReplyDeleteMind and embodied souls of spaces
Cannot find, cannot mend
Apprehension with thoughts of
Compressed unities transcend
Where I/we can't quite get to
Or reach
Even taste as we
Trip. Into pits.
Of prescribed self damnation