Faded Vision
The scattered leaves of my mind, long lost thoughts oh so fine
Waking moments of cognizant fire, fleeting clouds of funeral pyre
Those broken blades of battles lost dying embers in the frost
Why is this, the place for me, as the wind please set me free?
Ancient youth no longer spry even dreams no longer fly
Winding memories far and near none of them are ever clear
I hear those words yet to speak, whispered softly, whispered weak
Always foot prints following me, who has left them I cannot see
Carousels wild horses ride, frightening demons from which I hide
The endless turning of standing still while gazing yearning to the hill
Be that the mount born to ride, be that the mount where we can hide
Gazing up that slippery slope gazing endless for moments hope
Can it be if I should climb, I’ll find those gates and they’ll open wide?
Time tells nothing but endless repeats, heralding loudly our defeats.
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