Night Life

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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