Forgetfulness of the lost minded (is a gift to the ignorant)
Is the dewy morning of an autumn day
Crisp air greets the song of an early dream
Thoughts past by like the leaves fall
The light must be stringed out
The sunny days of that almost feeling
It stumbles around in my mind
Fleeting at a glance but persistent to no end
Free me here
Free me now
Because I’ve had more
Than this lungful
What was yesterday cannot be now
So what is the point of remembering
We know not where we are
We’ve been lied to
No there is no mind in the matter
I’ve lost it long ago
During those ever-ending nights
No mind no spirit, freedom
It is what we always thought
That grasp of the light
Last breath of fall
We must forget
About the Creator
Leia Kang
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