Losing Steam

A Poem by Jack

Where do we go? what do we say? what do we do? It is all right in front of you

We all dream. Only violently eyes open, see.

Inside, break opaque thoughts haunt.

Brain knots, past taunts, future jaunts.

Hear feeling within, here feeling without.

© 2011 Jack

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Ruth	Such a tender balance and depth to this :) Perfect! I adore this :) xx Posted 14 Years Ago Such a tender balance and depth to this :) Perfect! I adore this :) xx Rating /100

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Jack

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I live in the U.S.A. I began writing my Sophomore year of high school. I love writing, drawing, and playing music with anyone who can hold a beat. I am motivated by the feeling, although elusive, when.. more..