Leaving that behind
The sign of things to come
Messages from far and beyond
Going for a ride
Days and night collide
Memories of times of pain
Will I ever have the chance to explain
Opening the doorway
Drifting towards to sun
Faded empty spaces
Never hurt anyone
Opening the doorway
The myth within the lie
These memories have never left us
Even when we tried
Putting it aside
When time and space collide
All the scents that still remain
Doing this again
© Apr 17, 2019 Bruce Clifford
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