Friday, February 18

All Around Me

The sound of marching feet
Through the walls into sleep
Where you lie within your dreams
Another world comes up tomorrow
Another place to bring you home
Forgotten voices under trees.

The noose of time that slips
The piece of us that sticks
The eyes the world can't lift
Like the sound of blowing wind
Like the life that's crashing in
Forgotten sounds in humanity.

I've made something of you
I've made something to stick to
It's the history of what I see.


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