Third 👁️ Eye Spy

2020-04-23 22:33:25 (UTC)

Dog's in Society

They strive to breathe.
And repress their grief.
Point arrows, take aim.
To soothe their pain.
While I'm standing on the horizon

Watching as they come
The line is everlasting.
Marching to the drum
It crumbles every masking.
When will they find infinity?
In the essence of their souls
That I forsee intrinsically
That they will never know