Blurred Trees – Hieroglyphs of The Soul CD

I`m in a park
with old statues
of people I wished I`d met.

The trees are blurred
from where I sit.
Those happy dreams
have an effect.

Someone`s singing really loud.
Chiming through the air.
Now I`m really awake,
and smiling at the old statues.

There was a time
The park was a field.
With not trees
No statues.
It was a different
Age back then.
But that nostalgia is poisonous.

 

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