I never cared to think if I hurt anyone
Softening blows in the rising sun
I never thought if I was fun
One dream, torn apart in anger
Stretched across a canvas, projected on a screen
One dream can be reduced to nothing
Hold on to remembering
Hold on to creativity
Try to be active or you'll freeze
Morning brings the strangest breeze
Rough times, blindsided by love
You wrote poetry in a state of perpetual boredom
Could it be you were free as one can and always be?
You can't remember the sky having so much color
Yet the clouds so wild and bothered
The world refreshed by what is lost
Hold on to remembering
Hold on to creativity
Try to be active or you'll freeze
Morning brings the strangest breeze
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