I remain an iteration of past mumbles
No future do I yearn to.
I'll tell you about a "Once upon a time"
Instead of the coming blue.
In no present have I remained,
Only in "once" and what if
I sing of the begone days
In the tavern of lost grief
Here I pour wine to newer cups
Which time forgets to brew.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 2:00 PM UTC
I remain an iteration of past mumbles
No future do I yearn to.
I'll tell you about a "Once upon a time"
Instead of the coming blue.
In no present have I remained,
Only in "once" and what if
I sing of the begone days
In the tavern of lost grief
Here I pour wine to newer cups
Which time forgets to brew.
A jumble of "was"
An alien to those that "is"