Two Layers Of Diffusion - Ave Air
The way life goes on,
It makes me mad again
The madness we won't hear or even see,
But feel,
Deep inside the way I walk,
The way I write
And words burn,
But always seem better, when they're not written yet
Even though I won't remember again,
The details of the sun on the stairs,
And the cigarettes smoke people flew with
Or the day,
Or the seconds
And the silent stillness of time
Or the madness,
And those verses
All that I was,
And that I can't feel like mine yet
What's maybe already gone,
Because I think about it
And stillness, always moves so fast
Sun
Will never last
But we all forget so easily,
What someday used to feel like,
Birds
Escaping in the white skies
Behind the close buildings,
Whistling loud above the silent crowd.
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