I am forever forgetting
falls gently the wrong advice
and the fleeting spaces
have come to be known as life
And the dreams downward
spiral beauty can only suffice
like a collection of moons
in a sleeper's gift of life
Down, down goes our dreams
and the worlds would splice
through the cylinder of trees
split the boards of life
Down goes our dreams
seeping like melting ice
into our graces and be boiled down
to taste only the sweetness of life.
Down, down goes our dreams
and the worlds would splice
through the cylinder of trees
split the boards of life
Down goes our dreams
seeping like melting ice
into our graces and be boiled down
to taste only the sweetness of life.
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