Sit through the silence in the shadows.
The yellow day invading the space.
Alone, is not always a punishment.
Memories lie within the solace room.
A smile, a kiss, laughter of the ages
The grey is just a cover for the gold.
By myself, the abandon finds pace.
the stress of the mundane fades
Here the dreams conjure...Reality.
Taking now what I have forgotten.
drinking here what has melted
partaking of air we onced took.
The confusion of the world, A word
The mad rush of anxiety, A sound
The hollow emotion, A science.
So I sit in grand shadows and watch
as the world rushes through insanity
and gold daylight steals the dawn.
Happy to be who I am, where I am
content to be confused and alone
Alone, because here I find solace
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