Fading Memories

Shooting stars and brown guitars
Autumn leaves floating softly
Gray eyes, Purple shoes
Happy melodies, pink pick
All to soon shall memories fade

Ask and Thy Shall Recieve

Try not to ask,
but still thy question.
If there's an unseen mask,
Leading to depression.



Key elements may be lost,
As thy blindly walk about.
Never knowing the true cost,
Which may cause quite a doubt!

But still thy venture on,
as an uncertain fool.
As blindness has thy drawn,
Thy future may be cruel!