Real ?

I’m unsure of what I feel for you now.
Or I know but don’t understand how.
A straight path with countless bends.
I feel, I wouldn’t want to comprehend.

Away, lost in a recycle-bin of Paradise.
A tangled web of lies and good-byes.
Unsure, unaware, uncertain gazing.
Memories and tries that need no erasing.

Of soft cloth and dying embers.
Of a future which everyone remembers.
Silk, pulled apart into strings.
Strikes on hot iron & new beginnings.

Unsteady footing on a path untrodden.
A flicker of times lay gone in the modern.
Sightless windows & visionless widows.
Open skies, factory dust & cawing crows.

Dragging on, endlessly, for a whim.
Brightly lit tunnels on tracks dim.
A stone cold heart, burning warm.
Shaking, certain a steadfast storm.