none sense to the thinker

so dull to a life
so dead to the eyes
so lost
so gone i am to the voices
so played into my songs
so now to the now..... i am
for the light
for the path
we wait....we wait....
we still our being
to the verses upon another verse
so dull
a laugh it seems
so dead
to the ears
to the eyes
as we walk pass by
it seems so dull to a love
for today came in every second to the thinker
and peace placed itself
like a psalm TO A PRAISE
upon the next word

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Comments
Very thought provoking read , your last couple entries and including this one all seem to leave the reader much room for self interpretation, it makes it very desirable to read and gets the wheels turning in ones mind. I'm a fan , ~Rob
Different.
I like the trail of thought.
And agree.
Very muddled ones life maybe, there is sense in madness eventually.
Hello Lorris
I loved the momentum in your words with this. The lines bob and blend into the next beautifully. For me this is a retreat into the self. Detaching from the reality of this life and seeing it as a hollow existence. The solace is found within, where light is sensed and the bigger picture beyond this reality awaits. Just my take of course :)
Many thanks for sharing, thoroughly enjoyed
Gwen x
Thank you Gwen
Hi Lorris,
You have special insight
which few of us can claim.
Love,
Terry.
xoxo :)
Thank you Terry
I'm.kinda with you Lorris
'so dull to.a life
so dead to the eyes
so lost'
Said it all for me...great write x
Thank you Marion
Brilliant, Lorris, brilliant x
Thank you Being Me....Happy New Year
And a happy new year to you too x