Sometimes I wonder
what could have
and shouldn't have been
If we were what we intended
would some consider
it a morally deviant sin?
Seductively stepping off of this
highly sanctioned ground
taking a second non-connected look
never turning completely around
to see the difference
between you, me and them
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
Acutely aware how things
will begin to change
when everyone's comfort zone
edges begin to fray
I'll continue to look at you
wearing rose colored shades
There isn't anything
anyone can say
There isn't a road map
leading me in or out
getting lost is my forte
I'll sleep between
dusk and dawn
remaining hidden in the grey
And when the sun starts to rise
I'm better off hanging
in the distance
then I will rest my eyes
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
And I know things will begin to change
when everyone's comfort zone
edges begin to fray
I'll continue to look at you
wearing rose colored shades
© 2014 TrilbyYates
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