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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

No One Knows

I saw it in my sleep
The way a dream
Fabricated from times
I wanted them most
Could disappear with just
A burst of colour
A shifting shadow
But I still saw it in my sleep
Or lack of, I guess
Never makes much difference
When I hoped to sleep
I could never dream
I always got lost in morning's early times
And what I needed the most
Wasn't there, but just
A faded colour
A crying shadow
So I don't get much sleep
Same as always, I guess
Shouldn't be much difference