Never was

Never thought
of you
When I
Dug inside
Of me

Always 
Manipulating
A short 
Cut
to the
Finish
Line

The auburn
maple 
Leaf
Scurried 
Across
A bridge

Our
Bridge 

that leads
to
a place
Where
No 
Colors
No
Taste
No
Feel
And
No
thought
Exist

A 
Sanctuary
Called
No where

Both
Fear/
Peace
are
Absence

It is
Where
Being
Isn't 
and
History
Never
Was