Lott...
Lott ... (lost in timeless thoughts)
Defining this crying that can't be heard
Saying things I shouldn't listen to, things most would consider absurd
Still, I manage on to the end of our song
Loving its embrace, our thoughts giving chase, though, I still feel...wrong
Beckon another to be at your last bed side
Share everything as if it was new, leave leaving nothing to hide
Maybe then, I'll resume a thought worth a smile again
For now, it'll have to be harder to see "me" as I was, but....maybe then...
Sink heavy into the light
Think easy as you drift peacefully into another night
It's all we can do as I stand by, as I should
For the better, easier of choices... chances... it's all for the best...it's...good...
Let even my shadow leave me then, as I had expected it would...
I am the blur, only a shell from the other side of where I once stood...
Timid time is, as moments become mindful lessons learned
As things feed into the chaotic casualties of this world, the mixing pot of fate is ever-steadily churned
Can honestly say, I enjoy when I'm lost, losing track of an entire day...
It brings peace to my heart, knowing...remembering again & again, things, like people, with the way they are, don't have to stay that way...
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