a stranger wears my face, but with less decay;
in the distance, hidden in the summer’s maize
I see an imposter that answers to my name,
and in rapture he watches as the yellow rots away.
A decade ago, I recall the same.
in the distance, a stranger who seems closer today -
idly, I wonder why I’m walking his way.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
a stranger wears my face, but with less decay;
in the distance, hidden in the summer’s maize
I see an imposter that answers to my name,
and in rapture he watches as the yellow rots away.
A decade ago, I recall the same.
in the distance, a stranger who seems closer today -
idly, I wonder why I’m walking his way.