The World As I've Seen

I never want to leave this moment, I can’t breath—

If I said I miss you, you would not understand.

I’m bleeding teardrops of the days gone by,

Pitifully grasping dreams that last through time

I can’t remember what ever changed—

But I would give the world just to find it again.

A thousand voices may pass and falter—

But at the end of the day only one remains.

I don’t want to be a shell of what I once was

But I get afraid when the light goes out.

Reality twisted to the orchestra of the same voices—

There’s a world below I’ve never seen,

Nothing but sky above but still I dream—

The memory tender, the world as I’ve seen.

      DannYetman

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