Looking back

Memory is sometimes like a mirror
Objects with in are often closer then they appear




And you still can't see them

NEarly blind from point of view

All sight is ascew


And even still with things anew
All there is, is what I knew



No more can it be.
And I can no longer see

Please guide the way
For me.

Somethig random

The way you're moving in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The strange illusions that you keep
You don't know what I'm noticing



I look for you in the deep
To find the soul that took a leap
Away it went trying to creap
An angles eyes, they did weep.
A return from darkness, with out a peep.

Whats next

Monitizing.

Adsence doesn't really make money though so...


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