When Impossible Chains List Upon Paper

When impossible chains list upon paper

When Impossible Chains List Upon Paper

Once upon a wasted contemplation
As if there really was such a thing
Of a world without a reaching desire
Could be what healed despite the
Absence of the target arriving on
The rings that were set with
All the songs my curves had drawn
As target sang the song of his
Tomorrows written by yesterday's
Fears clouding his walking breath
Dreaming on to wake alone again
Remembering the lingering he had
Begged to remain lingering to him
Without the allowance of form because
He was bigger than that having
Of real girls, instead he angered
To possess the paperdoll fading in
The fumes of his false wishes
To hold her away another day
And another until he could not
Understand how paper faded in the
Haunting fumes of his dust maker
For dreams of a lover were
Bigger than his other creations
To dance along creating themselves
Wondering why this thing called
Freewill had to be attached to
His hopes of an impossible girl
To never date one day

He was careful once to build
That list of impossible traits
To keep him out of another female's
Touch upon his mind and interest
To turn his head away from old to
The intelligence that danced on
Edges questioning his lies there
To happiness and broken chains
As if chains were ever there
Until she came along holding
Her own of her wild horses
He realized his chains would
Always be his to master along
That wishing them away only
Gave them away to someone
She showed him to possess
Freedom, one must be servant
Of our own soul and release
Was only because our soul
Let them break upon the world
Serving is not a damning word when
It is our own being it yields to
Slave is impossible under
The arms of our own understandings
Of what we must do, finally becoming
Something we can do or choose
Along the screams of nature
He could, she could, find
The free soul to walk with

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