Rocky Road leading to a story,
Yet to be told by
A totem pole that lay between
Heaven and Earth
In the middle of
The tears it cries.
Fresh, these tears cut a path as though
Running away from the peering eyes in the sky.
Run, Run, quickly over the road, but
Be keen and weary as not to run
In to a tree whilst trying to flee
The eyes flare, stare, and tear down
All you know,
Taking you to another world,
Unlike yuour own.
They rid the heat, and bring the cold;
They rid the color, and bring the chrome;
They rid your bravery, and bring your fear;
They rid your smile, and bring the mirror.
So unintentional to bring these effects.
but the totem, clearly cunning, is only trying
To tell a story that must be told.
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