L'aura del Campo

Caught in my eye

Caught in my eye

Green specks reflect the reality before me;
white coats sad memories, fogs the hardening lens
What can be seen clearly through my heart matters most,
for neither coins nor seconds will buy us more time.

I dream of the future, reminisce 'bout the past,
only plan for this moment, as long as it lasts.
I see green surround me as I swivel my head,
hope that the place where I'll lie grows green when I'm dead.

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