not sure if i am losing sleep or been awake too many days
so i hum to floor boards as they creak and count the steps i take 
while i pace im barely keeping track of where i want to be
but where i want to be was barely worth the air i use to breathe
so hows it seem that it could possibly be worth a second thought
a second chance at what i am or anything i thought to want.
the temperature can kill somebody like me from the inside out
its too hot or too cold, its feast or famine, flood or drout.
over abundance of a feeling that i can never seem to shake
so i hold my head hung low on day s like this and hope that they will fade
cause feelings pass, they always have, not a thing we do is permanent.
were are barely a moment, we are scribbled names in wet cement.

lets take the moment, play pretend.. lets be the dreams inside our heads.
are you what y ou were when you were young? what it was that you had plans to be? 
im not, but at least i can say these days im am remembering.

Demo of a work in progress.

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