Analysis of Untitled

all the ones we've read
We must save to read another day

if we find the time

Do you ever feel
Like the past is true
again, sometimes?

these tides they come and go
Life ebbs and flows

you'll wake up tomorrow
And remember the way

you used to be, when you
Were free ....... and alive

not lost in the web of
Habits from trappings
Of all the whole World
taught to your unaware
As -of -yet -shoulders
that there is any more
to be beyond - you/me

A prism - ever burning
not bright for all or all
Right, pick up the pieces
you might put it together

fi d y ur way out of Night