Veins

The same vein
Of some kind of ecstasy
Twines through us
Like ancient gold,
And all
The songs of old
Are sung in rhyme
As if my newest life
Has just begun.
Who’s to say
I wasn’t sleeping,
Knowing nothing
All along?

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One response to “Veins

  1. Great one my friend, the last line, who’s to say I wasn’t sleeping knowing nothing all along, being pulled by the feeling just the sake of waking up

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