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All I know is words have left me
for good
as yester years slip into the bedroom
and scatter on the floor
I was but am not anymore
winning battles without realising
that is how you lose the war
while fields burn over and invaders flee too soon
and as the TV is turned on

Still I can hear from you
not on the screen, as it would naturally seem
but in the pictures where you smile naive
drunk from the youth that seeps into your pores
while you remain asleep
The glowing in young eyes
fading like falling stars
while the movie continues to play
and play

play


as if while energy doesn't fail
standing you'll always stay
but watching eyes from your motion picture
eventually look away.