I think
I lost you
Much too often
The thing I was meant to find
I think
I found
Much too fast
You were never meant to be left behind
My guardian angel
.
.
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I think
I lost you
Much too often
The thing I was meant to find
I think
I found
Much too fast
You were never meant to be left behind
My guardian angel
.
.
Image credit HERE
There was a shift in consciousness
A change in view
The monster was a man
Holding a gun at you
You were the duck that landed
Trusting when you should’ve flew
Now you are back to your body
Not knowing what to do
Maybe I am the monster and the victim
Or just consciousness floating between bodies
Trying to find an answer
Of why
Must we to kill to eat and live to die?
How did the sculptor know
There’s a woman hidden in the stone
There’s a life, yet to be born
?