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PermaFrost
The darkness of this hallway
Has been interrupted
By an illumination
Of a light
Flipped on by another’s hand,
Grasping into the faintness
That I never tried to fight.
Looking around
I see a loneliness
That I never knew was there
Until once phantom walls
Caught me a partner in their snare
At last I am no lone traveler,
But we’re surrounded by yellow wood;
An autumn that never seems to fade
Despite how much we wish it could.
This path
Makes the very difference;
The fine lines
Between Left and Right,
Honesty and ignorance.
Silently you ask me questions of consequence
And beg to differ that none can ever exist here,
Your Inquisitions of black and white,
Each answer has a price I can’t afford, my dear.
Damned if we do,
Damned if we don’t,
No deed goes unpunished,
Reaping every seed we’ve sown.
At last I am no lone traveler,
But we’re surrounded by yellow wood;
An autumn that never seems to fade
Despite how much we wish it could.
This path
Makes the very difference;
The fine lines
Between Left and Right,
Honesty and ignorance.
The lines become frayed,
The fantasy exists only in sleep,
The hallways to our bedrooms
Hold all the expiation's that we seek.
Each path we take
Crosses one another’s
In more way than one,
Desperately wondering where yours finally ends
And where exactly mine begun.
At last I am no lone traveler,
But we’re surrounded by yellow wood;
An autumn that never seems to fade
Despite how much we wish it could.
This path
Makes the very difference;
The fine lines
Between Left and Right,
Honesty and ignorance.
I’ll choose left
And you can choose right
In any case
I’ll leave the light,
I’ll leave on the light.
Has been interrupted
By an illumination
Of a light
Flipped on by another’s hand,
Grasping into the faintness
That I never tried to fight.
Looking around
I see a loneliness
That I never knew was there
Until once phantom walls
Caught me a partner in their snare
At last I am no lone traveler,
But we’re surrounded by yellow wood;
An autumn that never seems to fade
Despite how much we wish it could.
This path
Makes the very difference;
The fine lines
Between Left and Right,
Honesty and ignorance.
Silently you ask me questions of consequence
And beg to differ that none can ever exist here,
Your Inquisitions of black and white,
Each answer has a price I can’t afford, my dear.
Damned if we do,
Damned if we don’t,
No deed goes unpunished,
Reaping every seed we’ve sown.
At last I am no lone traveler,
But we’re surrounded by yellow wood;
An autumn that never seems to fade
Despite how much we wish it could.
This path
Makes the very difference;
The fine lines
Between Left and Right,
Honesty and ignorance.
The lines become frayed,
The fantasy exists only in sleep,
The hallways to our bedrooms
Hold all the expiation's that we seek.
Each path we take
Crosses one another’s
In more way than one,
Desperately wondering where yours finally ends
And where exactly mine begun.
At last I am no lone traveler,
But we’re surrounded by yellow wood;
An autumn that never seems to fade
Despite how much we wish it could.
This path
Makes the very difference;
The fine lines
Between Left and Right,
Honesty and ignorance.
I’ll choose left
And you can choose right
In any case
I’ll leave the light,
I’ll leave on the light.
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