Sugar Coated Mortality:
I imagine you here,
Like a flute,
Is your voice
That's takes me off
This plane called home
This world is cold,
When you want more.
Wealth won't satisfy,
Unless we explore,
The depths of knowledge,
To fill my soul.
Daydream Daydreams of our esteemed notions,
A society that thirsts for distilled axioms.
The illusion of time that should make me dole,
Brings me closer to you, to reality,
Shaping time, not stopping it was Einstein's doing not mine.
We'd like to stop it for you, for love.
Who will we be, we're soo young.
Will I be like Louie Carol, into the rabbit hole, like my mother? No, like Wilde, who preaches you, you alone are you,
It's truth we seek, to realize.
We create worlds,
To sooth death, a dystopia.
So I'll keep making these tunes, to arrest my own breath.
To live, to die- life.
And we leave together- leaving Earth better, better than us-before us-transcending the gaps of our existence.
That's why each breath alone,
Is one in reality,
for our sugar coated mortality.
@ello @ellowrites @ellopoetry