Blue Days, Lost Youth
Denim jacket, stained Tshirt, tattered jeans
Another cup of coffee, dream away your dreams
One more cigarette to pass the time of day
The street of life is slow, without the means to pay
The hum of the mass is all around
Silence begets you in your world of lost and found
Another puff of smoke passes through those lips
The dregs of your coffee still at your finger tips
The different shades of blue in those denim jeans
Somewhat faded like your hopes and dreams
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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