Blind motion

Oddity of sadness, partly dead forever Not to rot, not to heal - scar tissue But mourn? For now part of me lives forever Part of me is bulletproof So old… So old I have become Never to mature But to learn, always to learn Strange violin moving in my throat Still I stare the bridge guard down I shall pass I shall uphold honor I shall not die And as they all float lifeless downstream The bodies of my goodbyes My tears will fall in and follow them And bother me no more