When everything goes by you do you look at all of it?
Every gust of wind
Every dust particles
Every moment of time
Passerby, Critters and Buildings
Eyes scrolling at everything do you even feel it?
Extremely numb and painting all of it as grey
The Light slowly fading Shadows re-emerging
Do the bright in your eyes screams hate?
Do the shadows in your brain screams detest?
And yet you stand idly waiting for fate
When the fate of the mundane ends in repent
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 12:28 AM UTC
When everything goes by you do you look at all of it?
Every gust of wind
Every dust particles
Every moment of time
Passerby, Critters and Buildings
Eyes scrolling at everything do you even feel it?
Extremely numb and painting all of it as grey
The Light slowly fading Shadows re-emerging
Do the bright in your eyes screams hate?
Do the shadows in your brain screams detest?
And yet you stand idly waiting for fate
When the fate of the mundane ends in repent
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