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Dreary Mind
It's just another day to wake up to, uninspired. A lingering weight on my chest, undesired. A tightness inside that can't find relief, No motivation to turn a new leaf. It's just one more morning where I'd rather sleep, Where the price of fulfilling your dreams is dirt cheap. Where the nightmares can end, and you wake when you're falling, And for once you can let down the load you've been hauling. I can't find reason to even move, I'm lost in thoughts and you'd disapprove, No satisfaction from what I am seeing, Uncomfortably numb, and not really being. I can't find the music, I can't be conducted, While watching my life become deconstructed. I won't sign my soul away to new leases, While watching myself fall completely to pieces. Time passes by with unbearable sloth, Turning time's hands, as if stirring a broth. I wallow in feelings I've not before felt, And stand in a bucket while my insides melt. And sorry dear reader, my tale has no morals, I can't teach a lesson while my conscience still quarrels. Until I find my missing part, I can only give, but half my heart.
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