The little Martian men
Haven’t lost their way.
They’re simply on a journey
To a warmer place.
One small step for me
A giant leap for you.
This must be our undoing
Or a path to something new.
The clouds behind the moon
They hide from you and me.
They float along in silence
With tears to be set free.
So I tried this little something
I pictured my demise.
My heart then grew more humble
As I felt through different eyes.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I