Tired Eyes

Tired eyes
Roam streets of glass
One false move
It’ll be last
Bended knees
Once young, and free
Creak along
With mornings suns, song
How we manage?
How we fight?
How we travel from dawn, to night?
 
Tired eyes
Bend toward lofty skies
Of hope and dreams
Yet seen, yet seen
Unless in dreams both kind and mean
So day-dream, mighty
From dawn till night
For when most tired
Day’s struggling eyes
That fought the chance of
a road of broken glass
Then
closed and hid
Then
Dreams of magic or unkind
released from the night-dream elves, said
Plays of future days
Drawn from skies-light
Cast of radiant brilliance,
Of our future, magical flights
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