we move like fluid, in and over, everywhere and scattered
our drops rekindle and spread like fire
yet we dissolve and condense sometimes without a need to advance
a dance through the garden of our own unholy sinful morality
i walk through, obtuse for two and progress just for you
the solemn and all the agony wasn’t a selfish tragedy
more than meets the eye, i thought with a smirk and smile
gazed you up and down and handed you the crown
a grown man with a mind that seemed ever so hell bent
emotions you never required and thoughts you could never
wine in hand, i wonder if you’ve encountered a wise endeavor
if something might’ve been someday rather than imaginary
the walk, the wake and the tears they’ll play
i imagine it to be a soft touch of reality while you hover near
how you’ll exist and suddenly your emotions will finally appear
i’m here, i’m there, i might disappear, but i always hear
the cries of night, the way trees shift with wind
sound of bats in the air and birds at dawn, vibrations in the eve till morning
i always feel, i always hear and your fears were nothing but suppressed tears
dawn will always be you, the dark with a peak of light
i’ll always see the blaze behind those eyes, the boy that could never quite find
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