Arms wide open,
Embracing entropy.
Words left unspoken.
Nothing of you still rests with me.
Time split us apart.
So many questions I never got to ask.
And now…
Each one is waying upon my soul.
Spinning in circles.
Gone is any form of control.
Head bowed low.
Accepting annihilation.
Blind to the sadness.
If only it had stayed that way.
Time split us apart.
So many questions I never got to ask.
And now…
Each one is waying upon my soul.
Spinning in circles.
Gone is any form of control.
What are these reflections?
Ebb that refuses to flow.
Trapped in dedication.
Searching for your face.
Crowd with no one I recognise.
Solitary in this wide world.
Lost like a coin in the snow.
Arms wide open,
Embracing entropy.
Words left unspoken.
Nothing of you still rests with me.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 