music: coldplay - high speed
poetry strewn across the bed
i am now beyond expectation
i am hindsight 20/20 vision
a stereo without treble
--
fingers do not gain confidence
while aging, yet eyes do
having seen and felt, tied
to the brain's third dimension
somehow understanding
what's been seen, what's been felt
--
poetry strewn across the bed
poetry,
thrown across the bed
i will not apologize that i know
the end of my story, unwritten
the hidden path, the unopened doors
and that today i did not live
i only watched from my window,
envious, lethargic,
within a daydream.
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