The Writers' Circle

Horizon
What a liar you are
It's good to fetch far
Life is short
And all the sorts of things that come along are difficult but
If you could just shut up
We could get beyond the cusp and really get to fly
I would rather die than tie myself to your parallel line with doubt, predictability and fear.

You split the aspect with your finality
I swore we could do without such limitation
How to symbolise chance and kill the frustration of the mounting years and the banality ?
Dissolve and be no boundary

I project upon you
When neutral and cold you ignore my attack
Give nothing back but beauty
To my shame