Restless

Underneath the blind man’s sight,
It takes you further than you might reach.
Graceful as the old winds cry,
You’re bound to love what you have feared.
What lies beneath?
I’ve had enough of you, my friend,
But it was good to talk again.
Godforsaken, unnamed skies,
Distort the loathing as it strays.
Have you learned to hide that smile,
Just like you memorized the taste?
I’ve had enough of you, my friend,
But it was good to talk again.
There you stand with red in hand,
And leave me restless.
Scattered here,
Just innocence,
A memory.
But never me.
Scattered here,
Innocence,
Disappeared.