Pieces of Me
Pieces of Me
Stacks upon stacks; invisible stacks
of thoughts, feelings, memories.
Fragmented and whole, the words
on display only my eyes can see.
Effecting none... effecting everyone
who walks within it's space.
Pieces of me float about, taking ahold of the place.
Unrecognizable to the untrained eye,
though signs are everywhere.
Lists and lists of ideas hanging unseen upon the air.
Traces of facts, traces of lies... paragraphs of sizable size,
Absorbed by all, even those who never knew
Pieces of me now reside in you.
Do what you wish with the knowledge I give
I know not whether I affect the life you choose to live
Dana
Stacks upon stacks; invisible stacks
of thoughts, feelings, memories.
Fragmented and whole, the words
on display only my eyes can see.
Effecting none... effecting everyone
who walks within it's space.
Pieces of me float about, taking ahold of the place.
Unrecognizable to the untrained eye,
though signs are everywhere.
Lists and lists of ideas hanging unseen upon the air.
Traces of facts, traces of lies... paragraphs of sizable size,
Absorbed by all, even those who never knew
Pieces of me now reside in you.
Do what you wish with the knowledge I give
I know not whether I affect the life you choose to live
Dana
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