Do they differ vastly?
The faculties of you and I
We converse in such
Hollow
Tone.
Is it because I am too
Far gone
Or that you are encased in
Anger, too deep to unbound
Oh, how far we have come
With the time going too slow
In a moment and too fast
In the whole.
Was it better when I knew
Naught and you knew
All?
We are so far from
My hand in yours
Under the sun.
These feelings seem to always be relevant, as of late.
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