I blinked and wondered whose eyes these are
From who I was I've strayed far
My little heartfelt dreams stowed on a distant star
I swing my blade disoriented distraught
Trying to cut the blinding vines
Trying to find that for which I fought
And as the sun sets and the moon shines
I grow weary and wonder if it's all been for naught
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 6:51 AM UTC
I blinked and wondered whose eyes these are
From who I was I've strayed far
My little heartfelt dreams stowed on a distant star
I swing my blade disoriented distraught
Trying to cut the blinding vines
Trying to find that for which I fought
And as the sun sets and the moon shines
I grow weary and wonder if it's all been for naught
