Day after day I hide to stay sane
Night after night I struggle not to run
One is hell
The other surrender
I fight my battles
Losing every one
Yet I get right back up
Only to be knocked back down
I wonder what is going on
But I don’t know that I care to know
I see only the fog between day and night
A curtain shading what’s real
Who am I
Who have I become
Who is that in my reflection
Who are you
Hands on my face
I feel the lines of time
Stubble scrapping callused hands
Hands that touched your tender flesh
Day always fads into night
Transforming the world into another
Is it
Which is real
2 comments:
Igggg, the passage of time... best left ignored I say *grin*
P.S. Real is what you chose it to be
U r brave to fight the battles, even U lost many...
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