DISTORTION

DISTORTION


Periods of long distortion,

when I see things through the eyes of you. 

This view, 

What will tomorrow bring?

Distortion.

Around the corner my head hurts.

Those eyes, that memory, this road before I’ve traveled.  

But which way did I go?

Just over that hill, be still. 

Bad memory, waking up in dreams.

I want to see what is next…

Into the eyes of you, this view.

What happens after now?

Forever stop infinity to cease endless,

Distorted,

And just out of bounds,

The time to wake up is now.

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