Crazy In This Spectrum

    

Look behind you
do you see it ,
the past will find , the new
of what we now exist .

Demonic tones , of sad  
seep through to groans ,
these were the hats , we had
that were outgrown .

The second we look back
the ghosts of gone know ,
that the angels in black
still control the show ,
ahead is where's it's at
that being our goal ,
never sit where we sat
as that now has gone cold .

Incubation , internal floatation
a realisation , of  re-incarnation ,
moments taken
from this recollection
make the days seem
crazy in this spectrum .