the turning pages of life continue through the darkness of tonight
walking through snow
the black and white hue we rest our photographs on show no emotion
the trenches we fight in and duck and cover from what we are afraid of
and though we fly through moments we once had
and through the trenches we fly beneath what makes us real
now I am waking up at the moment that I left off before
to the moments I walked through this house
for the minutes I fought the war I knew I could never win
the black and white shades of our past is on show with no season
now that I have something left to show the world
I feel restless in the ways that I could use some rest
the turning pages there is nothing to look back on
now the moments we miss from here on out
we will still be next to each other
the white walls around here can become obnoxious
in the flavor scented way
the black shades around here can become lonely
in the loneliest moments of time
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