Yesterday was a ferris wheel.
We floated through the lights,
and held to the knowledge of what today might be.
Our notions were false and naïve.
There was hollowness,
in the positivity of possibility.
Our crutches crumbled, our future’s become translucent.
Wipe the fog from your mirror,
only our insignificant memories are left to repent.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 8:47 PM UTC
Yesterday was a ferris wheel.
We floated through the lights,
and held to the knowledge of what today might be.
Our notions were false and naïve.
There was hollowness,
in the positivity of possibility.
Our crutches crumbled, our future’s become translucent.
Wipe the fog from your mirror,
only our insignificant memories are left to repent.
this is a work in progress.
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