Past Times

I froze myself in the past times
All flowers bloom in youthful smiles
When shadows rise in front of Dawn
Where you & I are still to come

I choose to walk the same old roads
To catch the sight as seedlings grow
And when I reach the final note
Deep down inside I scream, I drown

I use the clocks to shuffle time
It makes the sane go lose their mind
Though one might argue and prove me wrong
To my insanity- I’m holding strong

And in the glory of deepest doubts
You sting like bee with awful sound
And once again I heal my wounds
‘Til the next time you offer truce


10:38 p.m.
8-14-6
Kladno-CZ

By Toni ‘J’ Blue