Can’t seem to help but wonder, the experience in failure.
How tragedy can resonate, the root of our current form.
Answer the riddles of our time, a redirection of the new.
Open minds to the cross eyed, for their vision is skewed.
Shadows dance to steal the glow, always attached to you.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
Can’t seem to help but wonder, the experience in failure.
How tragedy can resonate, the root of our current form.
Answer the riddles of our time, a redirection of the new.
Open minds to the cross eyed, for their vision is skewed.
Shadows dance to steal the glow, always attached to you.
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