POSSUMS


To the echoes of the corners of a sphere
Nobody plays dead like the ones you fear
They've taken steps to find who we all are
Calling the shots until we've reached afar

Nobody asked to be alone,
Though sometimes solitude is home
Underground in our little world
No ordinary boys and girls

Black, blue, red, green and grey
Travel the world today
Alone, but not alone
There is no better way

Than to be independent and free
While still having their sympathy
Oh possums, running rampant
I trust to fix the damage
SylvieKitty1015 SylvieKitty1015
22-25, F
Aug 22, 2014