Whats in the Days, here?
O-Born obfuscated slowly imbibing life
Until its maddening orchestra-X
O-Blots the irises, full red wine .
Left in darkened corners, with no space in time-X
O-I lift my head up
To see through walls-X
O-An remember it all.
How strange I’ve been-X
O-Everything marooned within
And being surrounded by vices-X
O-That grip life’s occurrence out of mind
But as love paints life’s edges-X
O-My mind picks up its fumble.
To see me and you out here, eternally meandering-X
O-I start to laugh at the scenic troubles.
And though I stumble-X
O-Grasping at my substances
It’s over you I tumble-X
O-As you relieve my sub-stance.
Allowing life’s jumble of notes to sift softly through the echo chambers-XOXO.