Future
Tell me there is more to
Every beat
Than the melody
It projected,
That it is a movement reflected
From your open eyed
Perspective.
I have painted our goodbye that isn’t here yet
Bright bright yellow
So it isn’t dark when you go.
Tomorrow will be just like yesterday
If I let the feeling continue
To unpeel me
Ya feel me?
I can’t be broken record player
Singing my quiet chorus anymore.
But what do we change for
Other than the foreign feelings we
Want to uncover
To recover
Ourselves
I knocked the hesitate off
The excuse shelf
And got a splinter.
I am reluctantly limping into future
But anxiously awaiting
The finales meteor shower.
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