I Always Thought

I always thought,

Cracks meant it’s broken,

Glass meant it’s frail,

Silence meant it’s unspoken,

Old meant it’s stale,

Darkness was the petrifying absence of light,

Only fears would make you stagger backwards,

Black was the primary colour of the night,

Flight was exclusive to birds,

The sky was never anything but blue,

Lies were ways to distract the truth,

Experience was evidence that one grew,

Age was extracted from youth,

Attention payers were the opposite of dreamers,

Clouds were the woolen part of weather,

Exhaustion was what we never knew as sleepers,

If I wasn’t polyester, I was heather,

Until time flipped a coin and it never handed on tails,

Tranquility and transgression were never addressed,

Everything was seen above the veils,

And panoramas were never entirely expressed,

I always think,

That every imagination perceived is an opinion,

But there are deeper conceptualities to fathom,

It’s been so long and my mind is still my dominion,

As I dip my head into the universe to unlock my empathetical chasm,

Nyctophilia under starlight is past the witching hour,

The second hand on a clock should catch a break,

One day we’ll see it all different, we’ll devour,

Because time frames perspective into picture, albeit.