Sunday, 28 July 2013

At the tip (Poem)

Not to be alive,But to live,I need energy,For my effort to rupture,Always at the tip,Yeah, I can feel itIn this meaningless cycle of crouching and stretching.Yeah, I want energy,At the tip.At the tip of my fingersfor my endless words,At the tip of my toesfor those endless strides,At the tip of my head,to fathom these subtle threads.And yeah,At the very tip of my tool,Now see that’s my paramount manhoo...

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