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GOING BACK

by Mark Maxey

imprints molded upon a bed where you lay
pressing down a roundness that does not confine you
peering though purple sunglasses causes a hue
of what you hide behind

weaved patterns mixed in between reality
stringing a soul that is lost wandering
past, present...future..present again
ring around the rosy a pocket full of dreams
left for another day of expansion
a part of you has died
never to be resurrected
hidden behind the purple hue sunglasses

you speak in a voice we recognize
for it was ours in our youth
that we neglected
thrown away
and forgot
thank god you haven't yet
it's nice to listen to our words
spoken by a modern mystic
behind those purple sunglasses

a car ride..smoke escapes out the open window
blown by the mouth of one not defined
songs filter out the window
asking those on the streets to remember
and you
behind those purple sunglasses
live your day as it is
not defined but as it is
and we are not sure
but its nice
to sit and talk
behind purple hued sunglasses

12/18/2004

Posted on 01/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey

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