Simple complex answers

The sky seems so endless, solidness that I never feel.

Questions that are lost in the cycle, I wait for oblivion to come,

End this now; do not wait for the dawn to come,

The answers do not always lie in the sun.

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The golden stains of the night rush, illuminating.

Image glorious, as the stars bow down before

Visions of the Milky Way slice through the nothingness of the world,

And the cries that have go on unheard, somehow as if waiting…

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The emeralds must have withered, for the air seems stifled.

Endlessness has swept through, dreams have shattered.

The metronome ticks a solemn beat, and the polish chips.

Breathless as it seems, somehow it still breathes…

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Cracked and numb, disintegrating like the ashes of a fire.

There is more meaning that what’s surfaced, read between.

Somehow you must find your own answers…

And it repeats…questions wish to have answers with no sense.

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It does not finish, the eyes of the seeing do not see,

They are blind to what the blind can see.

Disillusionment, the songs of many voices,

Neither here nor there, drift without understanding…

Simple; it answers what completely complex cannot.