There was a time, some time ago,
that things were new.
So full of potential and wonder...
of fear and of doubt.
So predictable now things seem to be;
there are no surprises.
It won't be long now
till things are new again.
So very cold.
It always seems coldest before the end.
It won't be long now.
My body tells me so...
There was a time I didn't mind so much.
The lackluster illuminessence,
the dull grey beauty.
...and the darkness.
It won't be long now.
So very cold.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
There was a time, some time ago,
that things were new.
So full of potential and wonder...
of fear and of doubt.
So predictable now things seem to be;
there are no surprises.
It won't be long now
till things are new again.
So very cold.
It always seems coldest before the end.
It won't be long now.
My body tells me so...
There was a time I didn't mind so much.
The lackluster illuminessence,
the dull grey beauty.
...and the darkness.
It won't be long now.
So very cold.
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