another mans dream
the face in my reflection
haunts me like a wildest dream,
my eyes are hallowed,
my skin pale as an early spring.
once I looked upon a face of another
a youthful in spirit,
not yet, drained of colour,
oh i long to go back to those days ago,
back to the old house,
where my dreams still seemed to flow,
but here i stand frozen in time,
lost in the youth of a younger man's life,
i am not enough for this world i fear,
too tired, too sad,
but yet my path forward still remains unclear.
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