Eyes gone Inside
I look for something that isnt there
I look at you
ney I stare
I wish for your world
a thing I politely ask to know
my view is one who passes by
stopping and seeing the depth
something missed by all before me
this is the thing that could last
this is the thing that was meant to be
another rope cut short at bight
or did we even get that far
to me we and you things are left at your discretion
as a punk band in the distance screams control is an illusion
this is another promised land soon to be forgotten
this week of wait
wondering if im meant to forget
every white cotton blossom I ever saw
In you
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