Through Swirling Eyes

All of the good things I don’t remember,
My life is sanguinity, my mind, tranquility,
My body is like the ocean and waves,
Remembrance now dies as I’m lost in the haze.

How many great words lost to secondhand thoughts,
That will cost more than time could ever be lost?
For those fears of the past I thought always would last,
Now I long to return where the days weren’t cast.

Thoughts have dried up, colors bleed,
Through swirling eyes I cannot see.
Shadows crawl while silence cries,
Lost in the place where memories die.

Turn my eyes up towards the sun,
Think back to days when I was young.
I remember the light from the morning sky,
As I sat there and watched the whole world passed me by.

When the sun was a question, the moon a reply,
And the stars all the memories held in the sky.
Blissful opacity or lucid pain,
Both are now lost in a mindless refrain.

Don't Be Silent

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