The Awakening Phase

October 13, 2022
11:33PM

Title: The Awakening Phase

In an hourglass-sand world, Where I breathe green-flavored air There lay a sky that told me to look down To stones that insist my feet walk bare

Words narrate my steps in scripts Like an actress in a silent play With all the things I once knew Now, all the things I start to hate

And as I look past The reflection in the seas I'd catch a glimpse of the heavens The skies told me not to see

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