I tied my depression into the steps of winter days
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Representing each brief lightening bolt in its own space
silently watching disaster ridden memories melt in front of my eyes.
and the earth's potential is untapped
and the moon is a bit dimmer
and in imaginary time, the less shorter giffate becomes blank faced.
no, my thoughts cannot be shutdown and tomorrow is down the street
finders of lost treasures help to ease pain not known
the blues comes from a tattered suit on street corners
and yes, i ransacked the sun's house looking for reasons why he always see's the bright side
and no, i could not find comfort in treats of my youth
and yes, i have wished for things to change that can't be taught
the worst is on quick, silent and cool nights i see a funeral with no one attending
a lone soul wrapped in a blue blanket sitting alone