I'll be back in a while
The place not fully understood within
The currents of a distant time
Another day, another year
That holds the past of one's reality
There's more fog in here
It covers the familiarity
The past coated with the
Paint of indecision
It covers me
All we know, is all we owe
Is all we see, much differently
Find salvation, but how
Why do we try to know how
Almost gone, lost as thought
Why do we try
The designs are now completely foreign
Redraw it somehow
To no avail
Recharge an old mind
Make it learn new things
The liminality is painful
Take back the past to have it all
The two of us aren't so small
Corrosive obscurity limits the things that we see
A time One mind Tomorrow
What will be found
Illuminate the memory
Anxiety over what we see
Just a concept
Maybe so
Our illusion
Who even knows
Merely a painting of imagination
They're unusual liminal spaces