My Glass of Wine
I sit here drinking my wine
I look over my own mind
Over the days gone by
It gives no smile ,MY spirt is dying
What, where and when
So many questions i try to answer
As life moves faster away
The years have dissappeared
I can not count the missing smiles
I want to runaway
Day by day
I stay just to obey
I feel like prey
Waiting for the knock on the door
A prison gate surrounds me
No key to the lock
I have tried
Each step seems wrong direction
Which way to go crossroads stands still
The memories tie me back
I still sit here with my glass
The bottle is still full
To love but not in that special way
It holds me here
My fear wont let go
As i sit with my glass of wine
As i drift into a thought of unknown....
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