by A.J.P.   Jun 9, 2018

Out of sight.

Out of mind.

Losing track of all my time.

My brain is racing.

Please change the station.

These old frequencies.

Makes me scream for vacancy.

I hardly feel present.

So my heart will decend.

Can I ever love myself again?

the depths never to be found.

Will I find my ground to stand tall and proud.

Or wither away and never face the crowd.

Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say.

But I surely can make it.

Just one more day.


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