Bygone

Now leave the vision
of a passer-by
once so arrogant
now so shy

The only Sky
becomes a graphic line

Ultramarine

Tried to reach it
tried to believe the movement
and the illusion

Tried to forget it
tried to stop the vortex
and the delusion

But you are still
You do not move
only the flow by your feet

A graphic line
The only Sky
Ultramarine
Bygone