Whats lost when the masses
Make a pose. All of them out there
Standing the streets
So natural and frozen
I could disapear for eons
Hoping
Ill live forever
Regretting the punishment
Of
Knowing I forgot my third eye
To observe

the forgettable souls simmer and
Rise into the open air
And fade forever with all
The uncaptured moments
In time
Un able to repeat the same exact perfection.