…keep going…
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The weights heavy, & I know hope is waiting in tomorrow
In mental debt I fall, ever wanting time to borrow
A little longer, jus one more time with a smile, I still don’t ask for much
Sometimes I still day dream about a heartfelt touch
Still, no tears
I’ve been somewhat cold, for many years
The smiles are warm, but not for the mirror
My resolve has never been clearer
The room never seems to have lights, so shadows always dance
Through the cracks of the past, they show what couldn’t last, at every chance
The painting I held dear, changes every blink
Becoming a known picture, of what I once did think
Rest, & sleep, will come before I know
Then, tomorrow will hopefully show