Itchy Memories (3200)

Inspiration has laid waste
To a plethora of heart songs
And itchy memories,
Each of which stands tall
On the distant horizon
Glimmering in a sea of illusion
That makes it hard to look back at.
For the sun beats down so strong,
And ghosts most definitely do
Walk here amongst us.
There will never come a time
When they fade away,
For my last lifetimes visions
Still slide with me
And my future lifetimes
Still visit me,
But today I still do not look back
For this road forward
Still has clear recognition
To which I need not gamble
To play at.

Shall She Stay (day 2473)

I want to live into a better one
Where you don’t understand me
And my fear amounts to nothing
Since I’ve begun to leave droplets
Along the paths I take
With hopes that a sweet Angel
Will find her way to me
Where I’ve stopped dreaming
That my illusions will ever depart
Fog amidst the valley below
Where midday sun finds escape
Sweet Angel, shall she stay?