Enter The Post - Turning Around, Once More

Around

Time passes and i watch the wind blow,
i touch the sound, only to hear the echo.

i feel the cold, in this clear summer day,
And i find that i am lost; though i know the way.

In my brave stances i hold tightly to the fear,
In the happiness i hold, i often shed a tear.

In all my hope, i yell and then i scream,
As i seek to show compassion, i scheme.

i hold onto knowledge, and lose all the proof,
i strive to remain visible and become aloof.

There are no contradictions, nothing is true,
i follow the directions, but forgotten what to do!

In the eve of oblivion, i see the dawn of time,
In the presence of longing, everything is mine.

In the middle of silent death i hear a living sound
i look into the empty void, and see life all “Around”!