Gord

2024-10-07 08:55 pm

Calm wind after someone has died,
The distance, is inner turmoil,
One, it takes a lifetime to fight.

That's why there is blue in the sky. 
The yellow and red still exists, 
Hidden by tricks in the mind.

Like, 
Somewhere inside, 
I believe you are still mine, 
All I see is the thing you're like. 

It's like a room of three pipes,
I can always stay high,
But how, does one fight to stay?
They pick low and live life.

Despite the teal, I see the skies,
What is real?
Me, and all my desires,
Despite the sequins,
I see the light.