I want to mute the scene
Stop the clocks
Turn them off
And feel your silence
Shut their mouths
Plug my ears
And I wanna hear
Of somewhere you're down and out
And all else is desperation
My watch is when you leave
For the last
In a conscious moment
I can live in uncertain regrets
Here in the past
Mind shoots blanks
Memories and more
You clearly made me think that I had something to live for
Buried in the dirt
So I will dig and pull the weeds
For one sound belief
And name you gratefully
Our worlds ran parallel
An indefinite promise to meet
Divided
And I call it frustration
As I anchor the boat to greet
Unsubsided
Lynnford