Monday, 23 January 2017

Finding

S.D. Sycther

Maybe the country means a lot to me.
They are blind so they can't see;
It's so obvious and it's only me and me.;
Still so searching for someone;
Still finding someone more like me.
I am Sycther, bask I in the sun;
She wears more like the future of past;
Her dreams more like the beginning of last.

We have seen the scenes of must and mast;
The magic is gone and the magic shall last.
He shall never know his caste;
So is he finding the last piece of this ocean?
Tells he sells he his opinions while it grows fast and vast.
Maybe never his tongue shall not forget the magic I cast;
He is the sailor, I am the ship but where shall we find the mast.
Finding or searching or wording all the ways that last.
Finding or searching found we confusion at last.
Or found use confusion at last.
And found us confusion at last.

=s=

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