Writing with no meaning
Singing with no birds
Listening with no frequency
Reading with no words
A taste without a feeling
A smell without a scent
A heart forever healing
A touch of discontent
Space and time both intertwine
As human’s set their course
Beyond the hills and far away
Light diffracts remorse
We see it now, but cannot stop
We need to work, we need to shop
We need to win to be the best
And put our senses to the test
But what are we all heading for?
In what do you believe?
Values of the past?
Or the colors you perceive?
About the Creator
Chris Watson
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