I touched the sky and found it haunted
A million souls held my hand
My mind raced through their lifetimes
The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds
The minds of great philosophers
When I retract my hand
Will my mind retain their thoughts?
There is one above all that haunts me
Da Vinci, pleading for more life
I have more to give
His words echo in my heart
I wanted to tell him that life
Is right there waiting
to bite you in the arse
Like a junk yard dog…
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I always feel sorry for the dog. Anyway, the thought of DeVinci wanting more life only to be handed a bite on the arse from a junkyard dog left a smile on my face. (I know, I know it should be more morose than that but it just struck me as very typical) Well done.
Glad it made you smile, John…
Beautiful!
Thank you , Kevin…
“Like a junkyard dog”–what a sad and effective image.
Struck a chord with us, too…
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