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Old/New Sky
By Dominick Cortes

It was too long ago
Memories just become a blur
Moving faster than the suits on Timesquare
Names and people just part away
When I stare into my blank canvas
Not a single thought comes to mind
I'm lost in it's emptyness
Nothing comes to mind as hands come to drag me down

Years of oppressive canvases has made me them
A follower, never worried about what's next week, just next day
Dark, hurtful
Nothing deep no more

But when white dot comes on this dark canvas tonight
My mind explodes
The logic that it fills me with
Yearns my mind to rewind the abuse done to it

It takes me back when I could think on my own
Where I lead myself into the future
Not worry about tomorrow or yesterday
When I actually dreamed of my Life

I land back into the ground
Counting forever the little white dots on the canvas
Forgetting my number and starting again
Giggling and forgetting the hours passing by

My eyes land back to the blankness of this canvas
Throwing it to the ground in rage
No more to be blinded by the same crap anymore
Breaking the chains you've held me down on

Now I want to pain that sky
The sky we've fell in love
Where we said we were friends forever
Where I never cared how long I counted...

[Special thanks to Noe Lir for the motivation]