water under the bridge

i went down the other day
to sneak a peek at your old face
even though i know it’s long rotten off.

yet beside you there i sat
along the riverside we wept
knowing that those moments that we shared,

no, they won’t last.

the current’s strong, blue deep
your eyes they serenade me back to sleep
perhaps i’ll lie along the bank with you.

but i can feel the crumbling ceiling,
fire started, now it’s spreading;
oh look at how it tumbles down.

and soon enough, there’ll be two sides,
as always was, you and I;
no more a piece, no – pieces broken off.

yet in this moment here i dwell,
beneath reality, frog in the well;

for this time, i’ll remember who we were.

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