We bathe in the blood of yesterdays battles
last weeks matters fill our bodies
with scars scattered over years
they trick us into longing
they give us our fears
that we would never have
if we just let the passing day fade away
i dont want to learn from what ive lived
when what im living is all around me
no sense in drowning
in an empty sea
each day, cut free from any and all
we make ourselves
at the crest of each breath
and the reason why
we cant remember very far back
isnt something to stress
when remembering the sweet caress
of eyelids unveiling capricious eyes
to an everlasting sunrise
needs no recollection