Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Tribe

A sense of knowing, distorted meaning
The simple truth found in eternity
An understanding of returned feeling
A shared sympathy buried in dignity

In knots and riddles, going round in circles
Wrapped up in traditional fashion
Illustrated examples of perfect symbols
Taking an alternative direction

Something that so easily defies the mind
Influential words from a distant voice
Presenting a static view of time
Too far away to even see a choice

The zeros make another appearance
Disillusioned by what they have seen
Something awoken, taking a chance
To relive an era from their dreams 

Joining tribal echoes that match their own

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