Lost in dreams of yesterday
I’m struggling to find my way.
Every choice seems a delay.
I keep thinking I have things to say
But I said them all yesterday.
The stars are afraid to die:
See how they burn!
I am afraid to cry -
Watch how I laugh!
Wanting only the freedom that comes in not being free.
In the loss of happiness and security:
In the failing of the fullness of all dreams,
One world, always tumbling at the seams.
I ask - can I remove my mask?
I seek - to be something more than weak.
I’ve lost - never thinking about costs.
My face - seems to you lost to grace.
I ask - what was my task?
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