Lyrixx

Lashes

Would you dig me up
from the cold ground
Would you pick me up
when you noticed I’d fallen down
from the cloud you’re on?

If who you are is determined
by the things you’ve done
Haven’t you been always blindly led
by intuition’s fragile hand?
It’s plain to see
anyone can master this juggling act
of making one’s absence felt

I’ve dropped my much ridiculed weaponry
I’ve spoken as if you were here
I’ve closed my eyes to see what would happen
It seems that who you are is determined
by light spat through lashes
… and stones left unturned