In my fall, there are circles
To loneliness, of the past
I forget to climb, brand new mountains
As I sleep, in the waters
Where fires run wild
Hiding, from the many colors
That play, mix and bind
Looking at the distance memories
With my eyes closed wide
Hiding in dreams, never ending
Riding trains, to netherworld
Every moment, is how it seems
With a lens, colored gray
Fog trapped just beneath
Solitude of a mind
Tangled threads, of a twine
Kaleidoscope, of a past never changing
Paints the color, of my lens
Different worlds, with every turn
From deep blues, to feel now yellow
Is to hold
A brand new day