Scriptures of street dreams flood the ether
Innocent of how the world schemes, the Child entered
The reality, a smoke filled weightlessness
Flicking the butt, I watched the Man fall with it in helplessness
It was never part of the truth, that He would join the linnets
Where’s the seller of time? I need more minutes
I was told the Child did father the Man, can you not remember ?
The last seconds reveal Him dying with my last hope
Tell father I will not be coming home
I have killed a Man
Another hard one to decipher…though I like the way it flows…
Ditto that Mercy.
Truly,i tried hard but didnt get what its about.
please o help break it down a little.
Hi all….I hope this description helps.
For every person who is born, the child whom we initially were, comes before the Man/Woman whom we finally become. The habits we form in our youth and the accompanying influences dictate the shape and mentle of the adult male/female who is formed after, whom we end up becoming. Those who refuse to or cannot assume the responsibilities of a Man/Woman, those who cannot be MEN/WOMEN are those who in themselves, the growing children can never mature… they have killed the Men/Women they were meant to be.
Hmmm, makes sense.
interesting.
now i can relate with every line.
makes a whole lotta sense.
thank you.
still dont get it, really.
hmmm interesting.