It’s funny how time is
I was there, and now I’m here
On this bed, in this abyss
waking totally empty in there
It is not time that bugs me,
It is indeed fear
tearing my mind while I’m asleep
those dreams I can’t remember
trying my best not to look lost sheep
I guess I can act less sadder
I also wondered it’s this place
making a mockery of my face
a thousand reflections of stray thoughts
I walk this land of cement courts
I like to think a solution is nigh
if not I could just break down and cry
something tells me I’ve had enough
and yet this is what I keep talking of
I’m writing it down, so I guess
taking it off my laden chest
No matter which way the die lands
I’m still scared enough to be tossed in the sands


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