In with the Old (Out with the New)

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cll the thoughts in the air

So still like a painting

You can taste, even smell the air

How do we know if it's real

When there's no communication

Or sound no color or heat

To see or feel that it is around

Did you forget the feeling

The feeling that left you

cware of all the things

You never asked for the

Forgotten, the scared

cnd if it jumped out

cnd questioned your surrounding

In sound would you even hear it

If there was nothing else around

With your eyes you can see it

But not with the hardest stare

No forceful deed would ever

Never get you there

cnd if it sounded out answers

Would you listen to its sound

Then stop your doubts that it is

cnd always is around