Walls crumble on shadows
twisted images become clear
breaking four parts into two
passing thoughts like car window views
sky breathes precipitation
trees bend knowledge of past
youth ages like molding bread
water speaks secrets loudly
the odd brain lies gospel truth
light hold dark content
heavy bares no weight at all
dreams offer more pain than life
one day, we will
see past all this bullshit
we will, move on
and never look back
stare past what you can see
look inside and find what's real
what happens will be

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