A desert is a beach,
where the water has yet to meet the land.
An ocean is a beach,
where the water has yet to meet the sand.
A tragic lack of purpose,
weigh out the measurements of nothing.
We'll all keep recalibrating the same truth
until we make it mean something.
Ponder the thought,
that black holes don't exist.
Could they be merely reflections of an ever expanding space
like sun dogs shining through a high altitudes iciness.
Minds are gasoline
and ideas our the spark.
Life scars everybody in some way,
just one more reminder for us to leave our mark.
And now his instincts home in
like a baby bird discovering its wings.
About the Creator
Chad Burke
I've been writing for as long as I've known how to. I seek to explore the depths of my mind, heart and spirituality.
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