-
I look at my hand, my reflection,
at myself, and I can see
something that was meant to be.
I am like a map through time,
where every part of me
can be traced through history.
My atoms were once scattered in every direction,
but it had all been planned,
and guided by an unseen hand.
I had been thought out like a complex rhyme,
where any alternatinve had long been banned,
and I was pulled together by a single command.
Now I am here,
I am perfect,
and just how I was meant to be;
waited for
since the beginning of history.
- by Archangel Thaeos |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/09/2010 |
- Skip
- Title: Perfection in my Reflection
- Artist: Archangel Thaeos
- Description: I wrote this March 10th in 2009, so apparently a year ago from tomorrow (when I posted this) I hope you like it!
- Date: 03/09/2010
- Tags: perfection reflection
- Report Post
Comments (0 Comments)
No comments available ...