Wormhole

I lie awake at night to see the snow
Wishing too desperately to grow
Digitized with memories I hold
New hands with no frost to bite, yet still they are cold

I've been falling down (so set me down)
Carry me home
I've been falling down (so shine for me)
and you will see
Wormhole, speak to me
Rattle through the verses of your poem
If you fail to see
Your beauties, I'll be sure you know them
The lamp rim whispers through the glow:
"Carry me home, carry me home"

Stare at my hands, who am I now?
A darkened shroud?
Waiting for the sage to burn
I never learn
All the things I held sacred turn
My soul has shed all its burns
My happiness by new terms

I breathe by sacred fortune
Out in open, I finally hear my lies
Stay on the other side
Seeing and heeding signs
I should know better than
Crying through all this time

I breathe by sacred fortune
Out in open, I finally feel my lies
Stay on the other side
Hold onto blessings kind
Things to remember by
I always hate goodbyes



Credits
Writer(s): Eureka Matter
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