time passes as the colour of seasons drain
funny how as things change
they always stay the same.
out of body, out of mind
combine dust with ash and rubble
and what do you find?
that you are back where you started
slipping through my mind
familiarity of routines charted.
the train squeals to halt
at your familiar station
I can almost see you standing there,
waiting
but for now
it is just these hallucinations.
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC
time passes as the colour of seasons drain
funny how as things change
they always stay the same.
out of body, out of mind
combine dust with ash and rubble
and what do you find?
that you are back where you started
slipping through my mind
familiarity of routines charted.
the train squeals to halt
at your familiar station
I can almost see you standing there,
waiting
but for now
it is just these hallucinations.
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