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It's a feeling of death
A lack of any kind of purpose
A dreary blur of time
It's the constant sway
The indecision, mundane
The thing you cannot define
It's never the demise of others
But your own inward mortal decay
That should leave you this way
It's the milky coloured eyes
Where once colour used to be
That shows all life has gone away
SplendidSerendipity · 2015-03-07
It’s a feeling of life
A clear design
The path not clear
It’ll all be fine
It’s the constant, solid rhythm
The lighthouse through the mist
The knowing without knowing
I think I’ve got the gist
Where others flail and falter
I stand as steadfast as I can
Mortal decay and their demise aside
I’m just as sure as when I began
Milky colours turn to blue
The mist, it moves away
And in this moment, it comes to me
I know I want to stay
Charl Jordaan · 2015-03-08
Like how your half is a positive half, and better than my half
SplendidSerendipity · 2015-03-08
Betters or worses
Ups and downs
No such thing
It's only perspectives