Another Day
Here I sit.
Another day, another day
The curtains drawn, the lights are on,
And Allen is speaking,
But not to me.
Blanketed skies, our movements are lies,
The world is aflame-
Another day.
Copyright © Little Sperling | Year Posted 2017
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