What Days Become
I’m happy, I’m sad
I’ve been in the same mood so long
That I can’t tell
I’m happy, I’m sad
I think I’m going through hell
But I can’t tell
As the rest of the world thinks it’s in a recession
I reside with those
who never had anything to begin with
Maybe a belated wish
A portion of noodles on a small dish
Scratch metal parts
A lot of muscle and heart
It won’t carry you for the most of your days
But it will marry you
through the remainder of your maze
Just when you think times can get no worst
The holidays peer over and into your nights
Life evolves around a lesson in a small town
Where hope is an instrument that’s rarely found
I touch on the premise
And yet to open eyes it remains unsound
Used to having less
And at twenty-two I reach for stars
To catapult my worries
above my adversaries and scars
I’m almost a man
But I’m not quite there
The majority of my life
I’ve been stranded in an isolated state of mind
All spectators seem to do is laugh and stare
I’m home for the holidays
But I am not yet there
Dear life I miss you
And I’m not gone
I miss you
And I’m standing on the other side of a happy home
It’s days like this
That autumn kisses, and winter tells
It’s days like this
That paint a warm face pale
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