this young man is a dweller
he dwells all day
he's lost in his thoughts
a child with a ball of clay
he stops the sky above him
and molds the earth below
his eyes are wide in wonder
at the pain that seeks the blow
his heart knows no freedom
just five unanswered words
of aged love unquenched
choose me or choose her
he wished he could stop dwelling
it doesn't get him anywhere
just unanswered questions
for his unanswered pair
around her he can't be him
around him he can't see her
around them is a circle
inside five unquenched fires
this young man is a dweller
he dwells all day
he's drowning in his thoughts
gathering the words to say...
what he needs to say
posted by mike @ 2:56 PM
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