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innocence Frozen in an hourglass
Mystery tied to iron will
In between every laugh
Restless urges twitch the quill
His eyes tell a typical tale
of a red-eyed dog living in shame
Penniless in wisdom, a bitten nail
He doesn't even know his name
Thrown out into the world
He takes his bags and his eyes meet
with the possibilities of pampering possession
All the love that was his to keep
He touches his paper and lets out a sigh
His obsession was to be free
His quill stills in nervous ambition
He sees what others cannot see
The boy's desires remain the same
He wants to leave a mark on the graceful place
He sketches his imagination on raw paper
And tries so hard to remember her face
He draws half a woman with half her eyes
Half a flower with half her lies
Half a moment preserved in youth
A shredded dream, a half truth
He takes his quill and throws it in the water
the ink gets swallowed by the waves
His paper lights in silent flames
black bubbles arise in a forgotten cave
The boy turns his back on the universe
So history began
He is the one we call God
We are the ashes left in the sand
