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the stillness falls eerie as waterprints drown

washed clean by things too real to fade...

I've tasted truth from both points of view

and, I cannot ascend to any other height

than where I've been.



they say that time has a way of healing old wounds,

that eventually good things come to those who wait...

could it be that maybe they don't know the same time

that has wrestled away pieces of forever

as faraway innocent eyes?



so I work through each quiet minute never having seen

a part so defeated, so unforgiving, so painful...

and, I look for ways to touch their smiles, finding resolve

in stolen moments meant for someone else

and it mends and breaks my heart.



and I walk wooden promises bridging yesterday's heaven

hoping to finally find some piece of eternity

that will wash away my sins and make me dream again...

and I sign the skies with a final goodbye, finally realizing

this life never was my own.



and I nestle down soft where peaceful rivers run slowly

to taste the brine of mine own tears, where

slow is the drown in waters fed by lonely souls...

accepting my medal as the marks of time unforgiven

and my better place to be.