The Madman, and there you are

And there you are,

that look, those eyes

A ghost too long haunting

And then there is me,

Still held by them

A fool that dreams of yesterday

Every time, each time,

Caught regardless, breath taken

And the fool chases the madman

In endless cycles of recognition

One coaches the way of acceptance

I remind myself that things change

But there you are,

And I am drawn up, quartered

The madman has his day

That look, those eyes


there you are.

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