Musing

I sit alone with all the thoughts of you
Sullen surroundings makes me blue
Memories are tatoo’s in my subsistence
They dawdle and cringe in my thread
They are calling and pulling my head
I’m still breathing in this borrowed existence

It’s not a dream, not a nightmare
Obsessing me, every minute, I am aware
Where have the time comes
Hours passing like seconds
I am left here singing the tunes
The world rotates, I am at pause

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