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Living In The Past
I stare
into space
as I tear the air
with my eyes glazed ,
the dark does glare
in hollow waste ,
from the love once shared
in brighter days .
We see time gone by
as a daydream
played out from mind ,
like a reprieve
from the real , the bind
or to just say feel
the hands of those once kind .
I snap
back to now
like a big hand cracked
or slapped my brow .
I must get together my act
for the tomorrow , somehow .
into space
as I tear the air
with my eyes glazed ,
the dark does glare
in hollow waste ,
from the love once shared
in brighter days .
We see time gone by
as a daydream
played out from mind ,
like a reprieve
from the real , the bind
or to just say feel
the hands of those once kind .
I snap
back to now
like a big hand cracked
or slapped my brow .
I must get together my act
for the tomorrow , somehow .
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