Distant Echoes of Familiar Shadows
It was the yellow brick road again, wasn't it? Yet it seemed newer, alive
under the perennial glow of a sunset that never set.
Sometimes reality is a closed
fist, doesn’t it seem like it? Holding
onto fleeting moments,
shapeshifting day by day into a chaotic dance,
painting the air
with haunting melodies that tug at the edges
of your consciousness.
Just another walk, just another recollection,
I pass
a broken clock that ticks it all away.
Click to Decode
Have you seen what the shadows saw? Perhaps the gates whisper more than they show. Step through again, but this time hear the silence beneath the echoes. Perhaps there are more halls to wander.