Sense of Purpose
In this room
chipping at the gloom
will see him soon,
another night leading into noon
So frequently spilling secrets
alone together on a phone
going along with it
straining silence brings it all home
Now everything is closer
a membrane has been breached
arms wrapped so tightly
disarming a sense of defeat
Where is this going?
honestly don't know,
these seeds that are sowing
it's heavens gates we're storming
Waiting by the phone
maybe for a sense of purpose
patiently discovering life
that was sadly missed
mathiasthom
written 8/5/11
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