Remember this day,

Like worn off tires
I woke up without opening my eyes
Under the guise, known faces did not rise

Talk empty speak
Movement past motion
If you told me I would not believe
The life I would live

Ghost of the past they shall not revive
Rejoice the wise whom present connive
Lucid veneers
Through memories, oh sieve

The non-touch of its kiss
Bare bodies, voids of peace
Caprice longing never to cease
Awake still at sleep.