The Edge of A Mind

from Beets - Monday, July 14, 2003
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In a box I did travel,

to the ends of the earth.

It was there that i learnt

all that of my birth.

I learnt of tears,

I learnt of laughter.

I learnt of everything from then on after.

And as I sat on the edge of the earth,

I realized something of my birth.

There's nothing to hide,

There's nothing to fear.

And life goes on when I'm not near.

So now I sit upon my tree and dream of that which will not be.

And as I dream my dream of myth,

I hear a voice that draws no breath.

It whispers a secret into my ear.

A secret filled with sorrows,

A secret filled with tears.

I left my tree,

I left my home.

And carried this secret all alone.

I wished for days when things were not,

Yet never knowing the outcomes I sought.

When birds could fly and trees could grow,

without the everyday horrors they show.

When people would speak without breathing words.

And songs are sung without voice or tongue.

I travelled through time and saw many things.

The songs grew louder as the birds did sing.

THe songs grew louder,

The voices grow smaller.

And I'm left here now in my mind to wander.