All too easy
To go about your everyday
All you don’t see
To hasten along your well-trod way

You already know
What you would see, were you to look
So what’s the reason
Your world’s a fully-opened book

But every corner
All that rests on empty page
Ever torn or
Every hour worn away

And then some day
You found yourself among
You found yourself embedded
You found yourself lost under
Negat ve space.

…always seem to go that you don’t know what you got…

This was supposed to be a poem, but it’s actually turned into a slow jazz song in my head. Maybe some day I’ll record it?

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This entry was posted on March 03, 2014 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Song, NaCreSoMo 2014