It’s like a childhood picture
Faded colors to grey
Like a memory of something
Someone or someplace
It’s like the answer to a question
You never knew to ask
Like fiction lined reality
A face behind a mask
It’s like the darkness of sleep
Even eyes open wide
Like the deepness of the sea
When your mind’s in the sky
It’s the drone of the static
And the faceless elite
It’s the rain pouring down
While you wander the streets
It’s the sweetness of breath
Like a warm summer breeze
It’s the heat of the sun
And the coolness of sheets
Colliding like airplanes
Eyes shut in their flight
It’s like the end is the beginning
And the day is the night.
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