Grey tone of day, Sets the sun away
The next shape form, Fails to deviate
Making sense, Indifference
Eyes on Still pages, Corners pinched
You knew where it was going, left as is
You only see, No faith or belief
Fixed on flipped clips, Foreshadowing shots
Heuristic, Through filtered lense
Eyes on Still pages, Corners pinched
You knew where it was going, powerless
The blockade in my brain, motions struck vast impressions
I do not understand, I could only take so much
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