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My thoughts are like a box of frogs;
The top comes off and they are all gone.
I have no control over all of that which I have lost.
In separate directions my life I could lead,
But I am sat snoozing in the passenger seat,
Not caring about the final destination,
Because all that will cause is more depression.


A mind of wires, all connections are unknown.
I have an idea on speed dial, but I have no phone.
Save me from myself and my disease;
The apathy that steals my need for anything.
My lack of you is only hurting me,
But I am way past caring because it is a quarter past three
And all I can care about is the fact that I cannot sleep.


No mystery on the T.V. can keep my interest,
Because I have no money,
So I cannot eat at a restaurant.
Where is the morning sun?
All I can see are dark clouds up above,
As I look down on my dead garden.
I beg your pardon; you want a rose-tinted kingdom?
I do apologise, we are all out of those.


The clothes are old, the air is cold; 
I am cold, beneath my throws.
Where did my life go?
Why must I alone, remain alone?


Three parent babies and I am still not needed.
I am not being selfish, by thinking only of me,
Because I lack any kind of understanding,
As to why you are not standing,
To give them an applause.


No dictionary diction for the Dictaphone tonight,
Because I am just typing the story of our lives.
The things on the news, the ‘truth’; their views.
A world like this is a magical place,
With your face.
But my Facebook?  It is a sorry state,
Of getting lost in their repeated affair’s.
The last person to care,
Was last seen saying “I do not care.”


So there you see, this humane being,
Is nothing without love; what else could I be?
A man without a woman; a fool without love.
I am all these things and still I see, 
The emptiness of trust.


Stop the silence, speak the truth.
I am so tired of sounding so blue,
But I have no other mood to choose;
So I feel the blues, I sing a tune.
I sing to you from my endless dunes.
Sand pit memories washed away with all we see.
The all is lost moment…fading memories.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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