The Crowd on the Truck
Blue air and I'm on my way somewhere
The sky is white, I'm half asleep at a busy road fork
The sun burned against my skin, but I didn't care
Clouds hang over my head and I always look up
Five trucks whizzed in front of me, I barely had time to blink
Those boys who thought of a bright future, just gave up
I'm not a fortuneteller, nor am I a witch, but I know exactly where the path is going
I always pray along the way,
When I was behind them
The crowd crammed into the truck, and so did my tears
Scramble out from the base of the eye as I see their faint smile lines
Their hearts are still white, their minds are unquestioned,
But why did those people do bad things to them?
I'm just telling the clouds,
And I leave a prayer to God
Say good things to the crowd in that truck
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...