Where are you tonight; asks the rocking chair?
I await you, in your timeless days.
What colors we saw when we were blinded, and vague shadows we've seen since,
Where have you been:
Asked the handle on the door?
As I've been here waiting your 'turn
The sky has been blackened five times in-between our darkest days
Where have you been;
As I wanted to tell you our wait was up, our time was starting;
relapsing;
restarting...
lapsing
Where have I been;
Asked the man in the door frame?
As backwards as we noted our questions,
We quipped silently that we were never meant to be understood,
Just meant to never stand.
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