There Are Times That I Think - There Are Moments When I Feel

Fleeting Thoughts
by: Rob Paquin

A million worlds
All converged
Like diamonds in the shade
There is no sparkle.
Just hard sharp edges
That left the rest dismayed.

Sliced and open
Blood still flowing.
Actors upon the stage
The players; Coping
With the loss of hoping
And there he sits..., concaved.

The time is fleeting
As hearts stop beating
Too much has been betrayed
The waters flowing
With all they're owing
He digs a shallow grave.

The crows come calling
His thoughts all falling
A servant to the slaves
As deep still waters
Flow from the spotters
That look but never say

~The Snowdog