Saturday, August 15, 2020

Stroll

Stepping out for a stroll in my mind 
Hoping to steer my thoughts, but only to find
There’s no up, no down, no left no right 
This broken moral compass keeps me up all night
While it’s getting increasingly clear
    
    That there’s only here 

Imprisoned in a spot, for my crime 
I’m sifting these zany thoughts, through the lens of time
These knotted lines are strange, they make no sense 
And presently, the past makes my future tense 
So I’m inclined to believe somehow 

    That there’s only now 

Each moment passing, feels the same 
Like visages through the glass, of a photo-frame
Countless faces i see, but it’s one, no doubt 
That’s filling me with thoughts I'm not so proud about
And even though they might say it’s taboo 

    I know it’s only you

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The simpler the rhyme, the scarier the implication

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