wheels and cog in my mind spun for eternity.
i wonder where i might think of, and where it leads me.
hallelujah to those who escaped the reality;
adrift was I in the void of tranquility.
wonder why this is that or what is not,
way to think of loss is to think it not
and believe that good is what you got
and that beauty is the future where you're at.
but to sigh at good things and golden dreams,
just to dream of a better age and evergreen.
where the skies are blue, the howling wind
is rough when you're stuck at seventeen.
six hundred days have gone long past.
months of mumbling "where peace is at?"
growing wings and everything, I slumber not;
going back to the person I forgot.
