That wavering tune inside my head
Living deep within the darkness,
Hiding its truest purpose,
Had once more resurfaced…
Streaming away in rivers of sand,
Leaving all in absolute chaos
To torment my bleeding heart...
Slowly stripping away all sanity,
Down a stream moves so subtly
To reawaken a voice so tiny
Down a stream moves so subtly
To reawaken a voice so tiny
And of past faults reminds me...
I shall live with all regrets,
And dance in old outfits…
And singing along, my vanity,
Atones for years with no memory
Of loved ones so long gone
And lost souvenirs set on stone…
© A Furious Child (July 3, 2014)
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