Stolen Words, Beautiful Truth (Borrowed)

Crumpled up paper
Or is it origami
Silver Unicorn

Down to the riptide
Spiraling inspiration
A top spun just right

The Goldilock’s Zone
Like hope dangling on a string
The fountain of youth

Just like Bumblebees
Pretty much stole this whole thing
Do you see the point?

These dream that we have
Are the dreams that we all have
From different angles

Shrouded in darkness
The whole would be maddening
So we just get pieces

Each of these pieces
Regardless of shape or size
Will fit in somewhere

We have seen it all
But most pieces are withheld
We can still all win

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~ by songoflove on March 20, 2017.

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