Forgotten, in the need to have something to say
The cool whiff of silence is just a foolish child's dream
If you begin to see my eyes slowly glaze
The pause you ignore is where you'll find me.
As conversation pools into a stagnant puddle
Restless fingers flit across glowing white screens
It's the beginning of the end to all our troubles
And the sky burns purple behind clouds of cream.
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