grey days and upturned jeans
without looking
nothing in-between
me or you
you or me
the light never sees me
this corner of the room will do
for now
will it ever?
so much mess in one lifetime
so much clutter
tie it all up in bin bags
you don't need any of it
it does not need you
you say you love something
but abandon it
as usual
one step forward
eight steps back
this hour is my dream
I try not to
wipe my slate
let's all start again
but what would you change?
Regrets like demons
torment your psyche
and you will never sleep again
you will never sleep again
you can never dream again
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