In quintessential triviality for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

Current Mood: Kinda halfway between good and bad.
Current Music: Sweet Up and Down - Dave Matthews Band

Today I had a creative urge. This is the product of that.

This world lays asleep
But here I am precariously between
cognizance and dream
with only fallen leaves
as admirers, still on this ground.

Are we just as they are,
scattered, haphhazard about
on the paltry earth?
immobile, inevitably still
even though the wind's slightest touch
could move us, yet sunk.

Are we souls once high,
fated only to fall from above
and lie finally
on this firm, filthy ground?

I want to be stirred,
not settled here
to lay, decay and be
only part of this earth,
this low, low ground.
I am not sure
if I am merely here,
us all merely here, alone
laying lightly on stone,
flimsy skin and bone,
not pushed, not pushed
but still, yet could be moved
so easily by the wind's touch.