#soci
Sitting by the desk,
Typing my Mournings, until rest,
Close to the end of today.
I mourn, the distant glares,
shadows shining through thin lines,
People come and go,
Going nowhere, I must love.
Fighting for some strength,
I find myself isolated from the rest.
Drinking a hot night,
I find myself, overthinking,
Silence through parallel remarks.
Compared to the old days,
I'm not broken by the unrest,
Closer to the finish line,
I find myself beginning a new track.
California dreaming,
Fighting for my lines,
Without thinking, once or twice,
A silent Melody until dark,
Doubting in broken time.
I continue without a mark,
Violence in the start,
War is but a breeze,
For Peace finds me at last.
Bouncing off of sounds,
But reflection of my chords,
Silence you will find,
If I see, who you really are.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC