At the End of the Day
At the end of the day the silence is real
My peace of mind seems to be what it steals
Thoughts fly by much like a freight train
I wonder to myself is any of this sane?
At the end of the day the moment the sun goes down
With the vanishing light it seems no one is around
The tick of the clock seems to slow and time crawls
The things that disappeared I realize them all.
At the end of the day I reflect on myself
But in the darkness I became someone else
I can’t stop it as I feel myself slip away
Yesterday blends in and joins with today.
At the end of the day I lay myself down
I close my eyes dreamland I’m bound
When I awake the world starts anew
At the end of the day that day is through.
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