The days are too long
Nights are much longer
Every day goes on and on
No change, no surprise
Nothing
I do nothing
But wait for darkness to come by
Count the minutes before dawn
Give in to the mundane
Everything fails to impress
Everyone becomes a faceless blur
Seems the only worthwhile thing
to do
Is to cock my head and stare at
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created: April 8, 2013
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