I think, I never, have been
growing from young, into old
inaudible, and intangible
everywhere, everyplace, unheard and unseen
Words don't go very far
when mute, or ignored, to extreme
shadows can't really compare
least we know, they'll redeem
I'll blend, as best as I can
and fade as fast as the wind
after all, I'm not really here
I must have been...a bad
dream
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC
I think, I never, have been
growing from young, into old
inaudible, and intangible
everywhere, everyplace, unheard and unseen
Words don't go very far
when mute, or ignored, to extreme
shadows can't really compare
least we know, they'll redeem
I'll blend, as best as I can
and fade as fast as the wind
after all, I'm not really here
I must have been...a bad
dream
It must be me
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