Time is stopping as each thought
is threaded from its undertone
and I wonder why it has brought me here,
standing alone in a pool of surreal rain
and lessons I continue to seek.
The world becomes an endless sky
of purple haze and distant laughter that I
once heard. It is out of sight, out of mind
until you find it in a place
impossible enough to reach.
Did you know what this was?
When I was a different kind of content?
When I was so naive to understand who I was and
what I was to become?
Because even poems cannot paint the songs
that I continue to play on repeat...