Gates
I watch from afar.
Unsure of the disease,
Which can be cured with a breeze.
It walks upon earth like a scar,
Yet delicate as a jar.
It can be seized.
But most freeze
Before they are.
________-
This thing called a gift
Is a lie.
As it grows, it drifts
And passes you by.
It ends with a shift,
For everyone must die.
Unsure of the disease,
Which can be cured with a breeze.
It walks upon earth like a scar,
Yet delicate as a jar.
It can be seized.
But most freeze
Before they are.
________-
This thing called a gift
Is a lie.
As it grows, it drifts
And passes you by.
It ends with a shift,
For everyone must die.