blackouts..

i survive and in time build up and revive
we're constantly pacing in circles
our everyday lives,
connecting like series of circuits
existance a circus.
every story has an ending,
unless the author dies..
i saw the sun in your eyes
i studied them like a piece of art.
but they were only nice to look at,
another face in the crowd lost in the dark.
it was gone as fast as it came,
you moved to the next chapter,
i was lost on the same page.