strange how dreams change
odd how desires shift
in life's flow people grow
we watch the patterns drift
our futures rearrange
.
imaginations fly free
minds turn to dust
bodies aching lose their youth
swords red with rust
colors bleed from the world we see
.
time feels a thin curtain
easily parted, pulled aside
loops and circles do confine
the ones who don't decide
who won't be certain
Author Notes: I'm not usually this tired at 11:15, but here we are.
Upon rereading this, I still don't know where it came from. Oh and I hate the title.
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