I learn enough by staring at my soul
Reflections and refractions
Plans and pledges gone afoul
Remembrance and actions
That I could not have foretold
I learn that I am still learning
Staring deep into the endless cold
Through fire of the yearning
You fight yourself each awful step
While stuck on the conveyor belt of hope
Inaction, broken path, inept
The soap prepared for that trusty rope
The life that is so broken and bereft
You walk the path to keep on walking
Imagining the life, the choices left
Through mindless, bullshit talking
We reinvent ourselves, again
Through mirrors and the broken glass
We reimagine thoughts of pain
That left acidic choices on our path
We hold our hands tight, so in vain
And cling within embraces, only us
Forgetting for a second, washed away by rain
Through endless drama, all the fuss…
Their silhouette is shadows and light
Their memories are sparks in endless night
The bliss and warmth of being close
It dissipates as soon as it arose
I am left awake, I am still alone
You are so far, the “us” is gone
Pitch black, the night descends
A hooded figure at our backs
This never ends…
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