Monday, September 9, 2013

"Upon a Palm"

My hands hold the rain
Dripped from dream clouds
It solidifies into ambitious coal
Which I grip into diamonds

Life simplifies once you realize
The future rests on your palm
Not in your creases, or in a Pslam
Only a simple hand movement

I see things clearer each day
Despite my sight going away
Basic becomes sublty
Details... unnecessary

The truth is odd that way
Misunderstood because it's easy
We think life has to be hard
So we make it so

Epiphanies come at odd times
Yet we appreciate them all the same
So read this and wake up
Unless you'd rather wait