Buried in Lost Ruins

Mornings when I rise

The world is a different place

Mine is overflowing

With words never been said


Light switches that do not work

Chasing cats inside long shadows

Can’t change what has already been done

Only bury them in lost ruins


Tangled thoughts colliding at the speed of nowhere

Bartering for my peace of mind

Empty hands inside empty pockets

Nothing to offer in return




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