Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Now is drifting away...hopefully.

I’ll retire in a sleepy state

And Wake again another day

Tomorrow is a cleaner slate

Pack my bags and drift away

Another world is chasing me

And I can’t keep it at bay

My eyes will close so I can see

The bringings of a different day

Dawn will rise behind a cloud

Pushing back my disarray

Stripping back my fearful shroud

Painting over shades of grey

Patiently I sit in waiting

For the tears to roll away

Until that time, I’ll go on hating

This state of sorrow, Where I lay

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