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always the day before,
is
frustrating
"don't bother with that"
i say
as i pour to myself one more beer
"there is no point in bothering
with what you cannot change"
thing is,
we still emphasize to things we can't control
smiley faces
where are they now?
exiled and weakened,
did they lost their way
through the dark?
what i was
all day long
is no longer there
the love we gave
the stories we shared
are no longer there
all the fun and laughs
stand for nothing now
the songs we sang
sound wrong
fear is what withstands here
fear of the next day
we really bother
to forget
ghosts of the day
are everything that remains
as all the stories we shared
count for nothing,
to this enormous moment
and
even though we know
that
perhaps tomorrow
will
turn up for the best
logic won't just do
feelings will
as there's nothing to explain,
nor excuse
-plus the smiley faces
didn't find their way through the dark-
i for realism
share my deepest
sympathy
at the moment
poor logic!
always condemned to failure
you've never been enough
even for the most
sane people
of the so many
centuries
that
embrace
us all
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