An Anomaly In Ownership
To have and to have not
To hand and to hand not
The edges blur away
Was it mine to say?
Where it starts and where it ends
Defined by roads with sharp bends
In a finite space and an infinite void
A zero sum of sorrows and moments joyed
Of checks and balances that slowly wither
Of serpents and arrows and veiled slither
A sinking feeling of my own undoing
In moments that hearken an up-going
Where does it stop, where does it end?
Where do I start and where do I mend?
Is it not mine to say?
No, the edges blur away
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© Parched For Rain
To have and to have not
To hand and to hand not
The edges blur away
Was it mine to say?
Where it starts and where it ends
Defined by roads with sharp bends
In a finite space and an infinite void
A zero sum of sorrows and moments joyed
Of checks and balances that slowly wither
Of serpents and arrows and veiled slither
A sinking feeling of my own undoing
In moments that hearken an up-going
Where does it stop, where does it end?
Where do I start and where do I mend?
Is it not mine to say?
No, the edges blur away
-x-x-x-
© Parched For Rain
