Two mystical leads,
A breath of relief drains my air,
Strangest atmosphere.
You're missing the gold hair,
The elephant affair.
I am wandering aware that windows are there to stare,
I stared too much, now wither my time with touch.
Because now I can touch the earth,
Of light I shine across the night,
Your telescopes can see my eyes,
But no one sees inside.
To mystify me,
The days behind me change in time,
Nothing left to find.
Where did your lungs go, didn't your heart know.
Why I'm calling for you to travel too.
I am left to crawl for something that don't exist.
Because now I can touch the earth,
Of light I shine across the night,
Your telescopes can see my eyes,
But no one sees inside.
I search along the other worlds,
To find a time when we were right,
But all I see are distant lives,
Nothing to recognize.
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