Took the last train to my misery
With the last-standing pain of mystery
Life starts at dawn and ends at four
Amongst little palm trees and a bored
Did all of my appearance disappear?
From lost clown to silent hill
Running out of face
To face the familiar faces
Hated all the pictures I didn't take
All the recordings that never made it
Was it the missing piece of puzzle?
One that makes this whole thing a hassle
I saw their picture today on the internet
Doing so well with the same familiar faces
I can finally smell the wind for the first time
But still can't make them hear my voice clearly
Amongst all these noises
I can only hear so much
Amongst all this laughter
I can only stay behind
All the jokes that get old
Turned into tired little folklore
One that people love to read at night
Maybe I'm the problem
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I Saw The News and I Didn't Like It (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryRumors and gossip, along with adulthood, are taking up all the space, all the while the inner battle of growing old can be a sign of the times of what's coming in the near future
