Untitled #poem 1 If good was bad and far were here, Then why should I not dissappear, So all the world would one day know my name, Just take my thoughts and break my fears, As you're reborn through smoke and mirrors, Just let the tide take you back to the shore, A mile by day's a week by night, What fades to black can fade to white, For #life is all a dream we all have dreamt, Images of broken people, Seen within a moonlight fire, And all they've ever loved has gone away, And all they'll ever love will fade away, The breeze meanders pointlessly, While bringing fleeting autumn leaves, That float upon a stream beyond the wall, The mercury that's in your hand, Is made of broken wedding bands, Is never ending barren land, What glitters now is never made of gold, So listen to the stories he has told, Just listen to the stories he has told, -ZenMercury