Yellows the Name
In different places, but not far a welcomed ear
At last, the wankering sound of voices has stopped
The issue collided with the everpresent satisfaction
A job well done indeed as though your soul hires
Those who remind you by doubt and question
Too close to be considered enemies, maybe just angry fans
Good purpose is the common denominator
Making every reaction and upset worth while
Where would we be without expression, wasting time shy
Action needs no signal or push, its built within, and when the time is ready
The best will shine to remind us, of who we were before a down
Remember when you were at your best, forgive lesser moments
Everything saved, just as we thought, with no plan in mind
Recording her days, and annoyed with effortless glances
And then the bell rings, as though time needs an assessment
As you were, we recall being told, without a blink or question
While some feel big and some feel small, some still question
And as the strength gathers in purpose, a clearer outlook broken
Like a spring night with everything glowing, an endless product blossoms
Again we can see the future! Im alright, Im okay, Im not broken
And then we pace ourselves, stepping back at every broken glass
And comment forgotten, is there anything we’ve missed.
Should there be anything not worth forgetting, what have I forgotten.
Nothings gone, not me, not him, not them, and no one seems in
Just as we were, to gather in doses without question, a common practice
To be social, and then its forgotten, but remains at heart felt, spoiled rotten
Full of this moment, the past, or by what we’ve forgotten, the loss consumes
Remember that moment, you made happen
Remember that moment, you don’t know what happened.
Be as you were, the same as you are now, we have forgotten.