But I know darkness
Rasping as I choke
Order
Of things I once knew
When ships shored
Before
Melodies ended
On a dirty Sunday
Yesteryear
Yeah, I remember well
Champagne dreams, brunch
Because
I bought the world
Not just its problems see
Miles
Markers in a box
A place to count loss
Roads
Bent, Broken and Found
But I know a trick
Books
Spelling my way back
The end isn’t in pen
Clouds
A thousand tomorrows
To pick from in jest
Hearts
Mine is kept in belief
Nothing so permanent
Time
Cannot weather or destroy
Counting days in step
Chords
Music to sleep by
Or Write when I’m verbose
Fighters
Neither tire nor wander
Far from where they start
Belief
In what I cannot see
But tripping over my thoughts
Doubt
A grander state of dead
Forgetting to dream awake
Infinitely
The lost long for home
As if they knew it once
Taste
Everything ever known
A six second clip of sound
Tomorrow
Can never be a lie
It lives one step ahead
Frail
Spaces between our thoughts
Moments that slip away
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