Memories seems almost blurry
of the days..
With null traces of worry.
That fragrance of freedom..
Whisking unescorted by care.
Those raiments of curiosity..
Back when life treated you so fair..
All them crucible filled with innocence,
Making sense out of every fuckin non sense.
Step onto step getting insanity unfold
Prowling within the notions untold.
| Baffled and enignatic |
Gazing the subliminal phases,
How thousands nights have turned cobalt,
And the lambents’ peeling off the ages..
Scrutinizing the time oscillation’
as it steadily acidifies into equivocation.
Now Thunderclaped to this purlieu of answerability..
The boundness .
The obligation .