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Steamed Up Thought
Steam smothers the mirror
and I can't see past the day to day
batteries left uncharged
movements, won't get too far
I'm washed away with thought
scrubbing inklings off my mind
that flight I've yet to find
and that bitter task at hand
time is slipping with the sands
its sting has pierced my eye
I won't up and die
no I won't up and die
all the seasons spin too fast
in a world that was meant to last
is this what it's come to be
no future, just memories
and I can't see past the day to day
batteries left uncharged
movements, won't get too far
I'm washed away with thought
scrubbing inklings off my mind
that flight I've yet to find
and that bitter task at hand
time is slipping with the sands
its sting has pierced my eye
I won't up and die
no I won't up and die
all the seasons spin too fast
in a world that was meant to last
is this what it's come to be
no future, just memories
Published 15th Jul 2019
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15th Jul 2019 2:24pm
15th Jul 2019 4:43pm
Anonymous
17th Jul 2019 2:44pm
Oh man, that ending catches one unaware and leaves a bite mark. Memories don't exist from nothing. They're borne of something solid. Those moments must mean something, no?
