swim

Cleared in my visions
Looking for tomorrow
As if its been lived once before
But we both know
That cannot be true
In the excuse
That tallies on the edge
Of another forgotten truth
Spreading false images
Painted in charcoal
Upon the looking glass
That is love
That is hope
That is my dreams
Of a poor man
Of a loved man that changed
Best forgotten
Don't task me why
Hesitate in the lack
Of air that I breathe
Some semblance
Of a positive
That I bleed
Hearing voices
In a different tongue
I cannot explain
Why the trees bleed blood
And stars colour these veins
I must confess
I forget to swim