Michael is alone with everyone!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Islands Float

I dont have any bridges, now do I?
Commenting this to my sleeve
wearing it, on it,
next to the cliché phrase.
And with out these bridges,
I wade threw the water
up to your shores
or theirs, who cares how you put it,
"somebody's"
And though I must seem like an ocean,
from your landlocked entities,
thats just my front, the barrier.
And while others shut them selves off
from one another.
Making plans and actions final.
I watch their safe walk ways, go up in flames,
from island in the middle, or out there
somewhere.
Knowing I can just wade in the water
to get anywhere.
New or old

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