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.