Hearts & Minds

 In the winds
Whispers are heard
Names are mentioned
A lost little semblance
Of what one was
A person
Forgotten to the years
Except by hearts
Their memories unbridled
By all the dark
That plagues the minds
Thanks to the turning tides
The burning eyes
That burn through the times
Muddling, changing
Confusing the truth
People are often lost to themselves
A strange little hue
Of a colour that they once wore
Worn out
Broken
Shattered into pieces
Cannot be repaired
Adopting a new face
Again and again
Through trials and tribulations
Through the fire that burns nations
With red blistering wings
Flaming on in the winds
We all are reborn
In our own minds
Affected and afflicted
By the changes we endure
Through time
But the heart remembers
The words that were spoken
Some nights we feel a longing
For a spirit that's now broken
The heart does remember
The innocent little gaze
Towards a beautiful future
Now sadly replaced
By the conflicting nature
Maturity is a curse
And a gift wrapped together
It is up to all of us
To measure
The rate at which we care
About our hearts and minds
It is up to all of us
To know
Which should be spared
Mine, or mine?
Oh I do see the funny side
And I miss the little childish eyes
Staring in the mirror
With a strange little smile
Still the same little kid
And yet a completely different person
Stuck in this little indifferent prison
Careless towards the future
Careful for what I need
Wishing I did more
To prepare for my times of need
But that's the beautiful thing about life
It waits for no one
But it'll wait for me and you
Because the flow is time is unstoppable
Which means we have all the time in the world
To become our very own self
And be truth

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