Psyche

Another somber moment,
Words that go unnoticed,
What direction am I going?

Trees of amber-green are frosted,
An illusion of a process

Another hollow notice,
With a blurry mental focus,
Nailed to a door that's open.

Through the fading scent of incense,
Life remembered with false pretense.



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Huot
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