let the margins melt the path to connection the one we all seek really if we are honest with ourselves and the world since the beginning of time when the ties were so tightly wound to the sky until now today when the smog filled atmosphere wont let us open our eyes to the wide they are able when the sky of full sun is stung by the mask of man’s centuries let the margins melt now here quickly you there quickly there is not much time quickly let your feminine in she wants only to melt with you and watch the sunrise over this her day
runon: what about this her day
Connection seems to be what I crave most yet being shy I do not put myself out there for chance of being rejected fear of being rejected there are always margins place that separate me from others me from life me from participation margins don’t melt for me I try to touch the sun and father warmth but I wear lead boots that hold me back strangle me I am melting not the margins.