never mind the truth processed by the eye
and all the beauty washing out to sea
my falling stars are nothing like a sigh
as much as who we were would like it to be
your ocean never really meets the sky
and what we offer is neither you, neither me
never mind the hope of lives we knew
we simply know a truth that cannot be
who floats away and who remains
in particle days in a time of waves?
answers struggle against their chains
and we, we love
like a child who misbehaves
No comments:
Post a Comment