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i remember
what time it was
when everything changed
i remember,
i remember it i remember
it
like it was yesterday
i wonder what
would be different
i feel poorly
for the soul
that does
he missed out
on something great
something unique
something
you’ll always remember
wanderer at heart;
piper never paid
laid on the bay
for all to feast on an open buffet
open everything
not a line
just left on a vine
everything in my palms
turn black
arm circles
turn the planet cold
icicle tips
sharpened by the endless night
second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
bad things coming
truth upcoming-
i heard your burden
the lives you carry harden
the walls you support burning
the love you carry turning,
run;
i see in 4k
but only walk backwards
rear view mirrors for hands;
i don’t know
who i am anymore-
magnifying the past
like bugs just trying to get passed
it’s all for something
right
hiding
is under special talent
in a tree for a week
waiting for the sun
you laughed
only to cry yourself to sleep
the crowd roared
you gave them everything
then weeped
can’t cry wolf
and expect there to be someone
me
when the roars give out
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
i don’t know where this is going
it’s not you it’s me
i think we are just heading into differnet directions
blah blah blah
echo’s down empty corridors
empty words
sprayed on empty walls,
begged for the truth
met with the distance
and a beer
Saint's Muse 