Paper cup
the skys are opened upthe seas are swollen swiftly
they over flow like my paper cup
and the currents come and lift me
"where are we going" I'd ask the driver
but I don't think he could hear me
or perhaps he simply refused that I should know my destiny
tomorrow is so far away I wish this day be over
so that I can sleep again and not fear this mammoth boulder
that threatens to crash down on me if I should move to fast
and roll away with my bones and break me into a million parts
but oh to be a part from this land of sorrows
and bask in the glory of the kingdom that knows no tomorrows
no good byes no longer cry nor bitter anger erupt
but over flow like the open sky, or the sea, or my paper cup.
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