It seems as memories out live the moment/ Although it strikes a chord to keep you holding/ On to something that seems UN-present in future / When bond is broken when outside thoughts brings pollutants/ It hurts in increments tempered to see that love is still there/ At least on one end that listens when hears/ betrayed by understanding nothing/ lost in nothing/ vast is past tense/ My mind is tense/ never ad ease anymore/ Moar like I’m energized with hate and love that has lost a part of what was considered half of self/ Another season has come by to leave me in springs new summers that falls by the winter snow/ Holding on to the glow of fire I saw in her/ How can one want something that someone else doesn’t want/ Truth is to acknowledge the facts that matter can’t see/ Yet holding on to the open valve that one appreciates and see’s/ Should I be blind?/ Should I consider the grain of being contained in fuels of pain/ And be the past of memories only one can see in dreams?

.:MOST:.

-Kofi Okai-