my ideas lived like mountains
then they went traveling
I changed my mind about you
my heart was no longer with music
plans with you collected black
words became orphaned
hopeful became plain
the moon of my eye
saw the differences
thoughts of you forgot to fly
they fell asleep on my pillow
giving me flashbacks
they follow me home
you're always around
at night
coming out of corners
always curious
stealing my minutes
coloring my hands
I shall give you to the wind
tonight
and if you come back
this picture won't be waiting
my branches will be swaying in a new direction
it's the song of the night i will live for
something thankful rises from my body
my chest begins to anticipate some new air
i breathe in the lesson
in silence
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