Rambo

There's a funny sort of world
We might have found again
A leaf, a word, a thought unfurled
Beyond our little ken

We keep our hands preoccupied
To keep our hearts from shaking
Because although I've tricked and tried
Sometimes things won't stop breaking

Return again, familiar face
My signs I cannot see
The once-lived truths in an embrace
Now fray the seams of me

So suddenly, the space is gone
No nothings more to fill
But when it's all out in the sun
Shadows keep moving still


I ramble... Don't know why... words keep tumbling out of my head every so often. Please stop.