Blurred vision
I\'ve excepted gravities pull as I get old,
and I\'ve let my heart cool down to cold,
built my opinions to divide my thoughts.
Dropping now are my wrinkled aging spots.
What is it I won\'t leave behind in the end,
not a single word of a message not written to send.
I\'ll be a whisper of a notion to only those who hear,
an ending most others avoid, the silence they fear.
Forgotten to times echo of the past views,
sounds whispered from behind messages are truths.
\"Gravity pulls from all sides of a cooled breeze\",
and \"when a heart is frozen, ice is all it sees\".