Everyday i wake
Physically weaker than before
In my growing mind
Dreams have left behind a sign that there was more
Colourless and vague
Thoughts, they slip away with the daylight
Can i get them back?
What can i do to get them back inside?
Into the delay
The sounds don't carry on into the days
All i've left to find
The parts are realizing all collecting thoughts
Blackness sit, awaits
And slumber hits the rain outside my window
With a brand new day
I got some things i really have to find
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