Is It Getting Dim
I woke up in the shadow of a dream.
Left me wonderin' are things what they seem.
Daylight not yet shining any light.
I rolled back over to let my dream take flight.
The days and years fade steady in the mirror.
As I face the facts with another glass of beer.
An empty pocket devoid of any change.
Hope fly's out the window completely out of range.
I second guess and feel the stress.
Which causes me dismay.
But I digress, it's just a mess.
It seems everything's grey.
This afterglow of aftermath bores me to the bone.
I never know if it's my path or just unanswered phones.
It seems I'm stuck here in this rut of endless emptiness.
Unable to find my way back to a place of happiness.
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