Parallel lines. Look over your shoulder
Finicky ties. Crossing the border
Someday mid June, wishing for nothing
This soil is jejune. This story is clumsy
The joke was on us, was arson, been spreading
Please wait for a while, until I am ready
Today came too late, resentful, remorseful
The gospels it sang were chaos, were chorus
Oh parallel lines, we meet, we encounter
Agendas and lies lit up by a lantern
We meet, then we part; as if it's not happened
Thus here and now turned there and never
Comments (4)
Your last lines are screwing with my head. I don’t mind this. 😄 ..parallel lines can represent so many things..so yeah I must think more on it. Hope you are going well and reading lots, Andrei.
Nice parallels throughout. Especially like the line "The gospels it sang were chaos, were chorus"
A nice lyrical bending of both mind & tongue.
This left me pondering the meaning of life and what it's really about. How can we seek more meaningful connections and experiences to make life worthwhile.