Alteration amongst endless words
Disappearing into a realm unknown
Savory and momentany expectations
Failed upon the rocks that simply roll into a deep blue ocean
Composed of aimless currents and false hopes
Ill-fated roses meaning nothing but of a crimson color
Passion fades into the horizon and decends with the breath of the sun
Undermining attachment excavating the mind
Drawing a blank to insignificant perceptual matters
Left in solitude with a thousand souls
The souls of the hopeless beloved
Somehow hoping to reconcile a past rendezvous
A pinch of doubt escapes our measly bodies
Expecting in the least, a light from afar
To illuminate within our eyes, connecting the path that
We have all once taken
Astray we go unto the shore, once more
Searching for lost time,
We become more wayward by a timid impulse
More anxious this whim swirls
Through the thick sandy breeze of sentiment
Pessimism reigns the staggering contemplation
With whom should it devour now
We press our ears to the empty shell
The shell of which holds each of our hearts
The shell of which lingers the sound of our dreams
The shell that allures our every sense of meaning
And we have all convened, once more
Upon our listless words and emotions
Hopeless we are, but hopeful,
We are bound together by the time
That has escaped from our hands
And into the shell of our beloved souls
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