When I close my eyes
I see sights of wonder
A fleet of clouds that fill the sky
And roar as one in mighty thunder
And in the streets far below
A crowd has gathered to watch it rain
It is folly, for now I know
Only loss will find them, never gain
I see history as it's born
Past and future grapple in their making
I know not which wins and leaves the other torn
For I can feel myself awaking
And when I open my eyes
I see sights so mundane
It hurts me just to realize
That I will never truly see again
nice imagery i like the comparasion well written thanks for sharing and i invite you to read mine
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I see history as it's born Past and future grapple in their making I know not which wins and leaves the other torn For I can feel myself awaking loved your ink.