We live by thinking of tomorrow,
simply to forget the day.
We dwell in today so not to think of tomorrow,
simply to forget the dim future.
We remember the past,
so near and far seem negligible.

As the days continue on and we forget what happenend,
the past unrolls, the past loosens,
hiding reality from our minds.
As memories shift and change,
we strain not to insult our neighbor with false thought.

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Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I’ve waited all these years

I lie there, legs crossed, arms aside,
watching the clock’s merry-go-round.
As the seconds tick away,
my eyelids begin to slide, seeking to hide the world from me.
My eyes closed, I see the red shadows of the blinded sun.
Hidden behind dark shades,
I catch a glimpse of moments to come.
Some of happiness, of sadness, of peace.
As the images fuse inside,
I notice the door opens.
I open my eyes, turn around and notice
you, standing there with a gaze that pierces,
but hushes my fears.
My shadow stands up and follows,
moving to greet a friend.