Ramblings of a mind forsaken by the
Knowledge and youth of what was
Taken in that search for the truth

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My time has been stolen from me
Not space or time to be that which
I chose that path for me that I long
For in the night I wake I sleep I dream
And imagination does creep into the
Now what seemed so deep is some way
Some how but a shadow of what it
Used to be I close my eyes how can this
Be for surly I am mistaken surly I’m
Not forsaken but here I am and I’m still
Me

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That silence makes such a heavy sound
Bouncing off walls hitting the ground
Just where we used to walk I see those
Shadows of what used to be you and I
Holding hands still walking by in the
moons glow

That silence makes such a heavy sound
Stolen not before it hits the ground I
Look and I do not see how one was able
To run with the deep into the shadows
Of what used to be my mind

That silence makes such a heavy sound
Devoid of truth I’ve often found weighs
Heavy upon that unsound mind of lies
And dishonesty how can that be such
A possibility when so many claim not
To lie but say they are free

That silence makes such a heavy sound
Chokes me now with emotions found
Deep within and all around this physicality
Am I mistaken is it only me that sees
That yet to come

That silence makes such a heavy sound
Always there is time but never is found
The freedom that runs around like the
Passing of a breeze restricted conflicted
By what is not seen shall I bow or break
Never to be seen like that silence that I
Have found

That silence makes such a heavy sound