My life is a winding road
gossamer petals float on too-still water
eyes turned inward, a searchlight during a storm
looking for oil to pour on troubled waters
searing pain blinds me, crimson tears,
splits gossamer and water.
I know not where i am.
I know not who i am.
Strangers with beautiful faces, contorted faces, masked faces glide by...
Softest china silk rips into neat ribbons, as sword slices.
They don't care, they don't give a damn.
I am a pebble, a rock, a part of the flag in the sky.
It's hard to tell friend from foe,
when flouncy wigs and telltale signs of lies lurk everywhere...
Atop generous bosoms topped with vacant, happy faces...a facade.
my life is a winding road
by SK
22/1/08
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