Posted: August 13, 2010 in Lyrics & Poetry

The world that was
is painful still
Fresh and present
free of will

Open the view
To something new
Quietly comforting
I still see you

A silent demarcation
Bangs me inside the brain
Thoughts of mine
Once were in vain

A new delivery
A new voice
Uncertain and timid
It is my choice

Jaundice and urge
No longer crowd the stage
blurry becomes crisp
and mellow with age

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