Hazy Acres

Often it should 

Be 

Maybe not 

This one 

Or another 

Yet we go 

Through it 

Snapping memories 

While it grows 

Deeper down 

To a third

Impression 

Often out of nothing 

Seeing through 

Them

In a way 

It moves slowly 

Yet we know 

Quickly 

If theres a listener 

In this witness 

Falling themes

Subtle 

Letting it shift 

Forgotten 

Interrupted 

Frictions welcomed 

Walls

One sided 

And it grows 

Stories 

Believable

Or 

Not