strangerpaths

Unknown

How did the sculptor know

There’s a woman hidden in the stone

There’s a life, yet to be born

Some are truths

Some are lies

Some are stories

Told too many times

Here lies a dream

In papers drowned by ink

Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me

Land I forget, before I remember

Places where I used to belong

Earth that smelled much like I

There I lay

And awake I see

There can be another me

Immigrant in this earth but free

(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)

I did not know

Where she went

Or where to go

To find that girl that glared through my mirror

Hello my old self

Where did you hide

Did this world rip you out from my insides?

Did the glass prove too sharp

And life too dim

For me to ever see you again wearing that innocent grin

His biggest tragedy was his humanity

I am the universe disguised as a human

I am the seed turning into a tree

I am the stars that you can not fathom

I am the idea you refused to believe

I am potential waiting to happen

And all things that proceed

I am your mother and your children

I am everything you see