Tap Away

 

 

Blur the tool before these eyes

Leave nothing to covet

The lies to word

But then these hands are too clumsy

And tired eyes seal open

Creation, birth, life, the moment end

Just for the knowledge

In twenty years I’ll have a glimmer

Of day, moment, feeling thought

The slipping knowledge

Of tired eyes

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:18AM Sun 05/11/08 �Blurry� Puddle of Mudd tired eyes, ok, forced piece (Typed, Prides)