Passing through the dark of night.

Each day, awaking to something new.

All things, they come and go.

A world spinning, to places no person knows.

Staring through those blue eyes.

Stagnating in places we cannot find.

A life so dear to you.

A world both of black and blue.

Something deemed a reverie.

Searching among those days gone by.

Peering into that bright blue sky.

I ask what I wouldn’t do.

Astounded, blanked by those faces too.

Days they seem to be;

Alive with something they cannot see.



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