If time is a great healer
Why does is slip by
The ghosts reoccur
When everythings vanishes
The vision stays

It leaves me wanting
Everything that never was
The fireworks have paled
Like all the senses

Engulfed in depths
That light cant see
Pain that refuses to subside
I find it difficult to speak

Choking on reality
I smile,
For laughter comes easier
I Need no physical proof
Just a trail of wisdom and truth