Eyes Struck Blind
burning pages of metaphors
the gritty smell of smoke
taste of ashes left in the brain
washed down the chasm
by tidal waves of rain
burning days youthfully spent
blissfully unaware as life is left bent
broken street signs in new haven
wishing for the rainbow to return/
and light the fires for the things we need to burn
walking this road and the one up ahead
waking up slowly with our memories of the dead
and of course we wonder
if god still breathes
the notion of grass and the blowing of leaves
each lifetime a childhood we cant leave behind
as we struggle to assimilate
behind eyes struck blind
the gritty smell of smoke
taste of ashes left in the brain
washed down the chasm
by tidal waves of rain
burning days youthfully spent
blissfully unaware as life is left bent
broken street signs in new haven
wishing for the rainbow to return/
and light the fires for the things we need to burn
walking this road and the one up ahead
waking up slowly with our memories of the dead
and of course we wonder
if god still breathes
the notion of grass and the blowing of leaves
each lifetime a childhood we cant leave behind
as we struggle to assimilate
behind eyes struck blind
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