Where is that forgotten path?
The one that used to split my days in half-
Through the melting sunshine veil-
And past the peeling mural of hell-
I’ve lost my way somewhere along
The memory of a trash strewn lawn
Oh, who am I now?
Ducking behind transparent walls
And dying on the velvet ground
The days of old are long gone now-
No more me sifting through the clouds
No more me absorbing sun and earth
I’ve lost my way seeking sounds unheard
Now, no more cups and no more potions
Just a puddle of vague emotion
Now, no hopeful sights on the sea
When is the ground coming back to me?
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