The sidewalk will never be walked on
From the time that the glass broke
And shattered to pieces right in front
Of me
Uncertainty is the key
The reason to which you have chosen
The latter
Even if the latter was
Of not good theory
But often generous and kind
As if a mother caring for her
Child
High grass and bark of
The tree wondering if it's actually
A dog
But residing to the mere fact that
In all its entirety
You must release what is holding
You down so
Far to the ground
As though the hole
That was dug after observing the others
Is now full by the water
Of the last flow,
The last cycle
Of endless wonder.
If only the concept was grasped
By the hands of a curious rabbit
Plunging down into the rabbit hole
Just so that he could drift through
The only place he knew well,
The ground and all
It's uncertainty
Though this is all mere factual
Thought process to which
All uncertainty will be channeled
Into a small stream of thread
Through the hole to
Which is an abyss of time.
As the clock spins slow,
Passing through each fleeeting moment
Forgetting about what's really good
For others instead of the Meloncholic
Greetings of acquaintances
Because its simply a procedure that
Is followed
Eventually,
Weariness begins to
Befall the cursed
And soon enough,
You're laying down next to that dog,
Thinking it was a tree
Inside a hole
In the
Ground
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