Months never existed to me
Only seasons
And traveling from one pain
To another
In between call
Happiness
Eternal motion
Is my volition
Or just to dance with
The old mask of inebriation
Denying that the spirit of gravity
Is devouring us
Motionless the way seems
Motionless but true
Pale eyes of blue, I still see you
Ghostlike in a web of indecision
What were we waiting for,
Hustling around to no music,
Crying with no tears?
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