Mercy of Circumstance,
Mercy Circumstance,
Mercy.
Spinning round and around,
a mouse on a wheel.
A dizzying ride,
this reality is real.
Gasping for breath,
a fish stranded on land.
The tide is to blame,
demise was not planned.
Perpetually grounded,
a bird with clipped wings.
Eyes in the sky,
The sadness it brings.
The mouse stops running,
wheel comes to a halt.
The dizziness within,
the mouse is at fault.
The fish flops in the sand;
the ocean caused this strife.
Another tide washes ashore,
invigorating the fish with new life.
The bird ruffles its feathers,
Nobody now clips its wings.
Happily away flies the bird,
Only in flight the bird sings.
Benjamin Rimmer
Photos by Maria
my mind is in disarray
to the effect of being
affected by things
i don't quite understand
the moon shines in the dark
but never in the light
the sun shines in the day
but never at night
fleeing to my inner
thoughts i wonder
who asked you in the first place
haha i laugh because they
do not know within me
is within me
outside me is upon me
in my mind i am disturbed
blatant and outrageously flabbergasted
at the things that come out of my mouth
once again who asked you i asked
myself and what was the answer......that bitch crazy......
stephanie
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