Headache, isolation, just before breakfast
The morning cold warms the lonely soul.
Coffee brews, ego is bruised
Leg is numb, same old songs
Leave the room the sky’s not blue.
Mind lagoon forget the bloom
Fallen dreams chasing fears
Sneaking in; hands are free
In and out, long and steep
Ceiling creeps in, walls break free
Damaged ears sing for me…
…I once knew an old flower
before shredding its last petal, she said to me:
-When in doubt step back, don’t be taken aback
In time, we will all see this is nothing but a dream.
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