Trying to escape from the ghosts of the present
Counting every moment as the wrinkles deepen
Looking towards a land undiscovered
Wishing for a movement of the land masses
The air stands still yet the leaves flutter due to a force unseen
Staring into headlights hoping to wash away these monochromes
Windows that look into a world made of ash and trees
Crumbling into a state of acceptance as the bricks stack themselves
Thinking of faces etched into memory with no names
Facts amuse as fiction intrigues
Solid shapes deforming into energy as speed falls into time and distance is but an illusion
Boundaries keeping some in and some out, and the sense of touch is all but lost
Words flowing into an empty canvas through tongues unspoken
As these lines blur into an essence of raw emotion
Through well lit passageways lined with charming smiles hiding the fears that If faced would turn back time
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
Trying to escape from the ghosts of the present
Counting every moment as the wrinkles deepen
Looking towards a land undiscovered
Wishing for a movement of the land masses
The air stands still yet the leaves flutter due to a force unseen
Staring into headlights hoping to wash away these monochromes
Windows that look into a world made of ash and trees
Crumbling into a state of acceptance as the bricks stack themselves
Thinking of faces etched into memory with no names
Facts amuse as fiction intrigues
Solid shapes deforming into energy as speed falls into time and distance is but an illusion
Boundaries keeping some in and some out, and the sense of touch is all but lost
Words flowing into an empty canvas through tongues unspoken
As these lines blur into an essence of raw emotion
Through well lit passageways lined with charming smiles hiding the fears that If faced would turn back time
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