AR (12/21/95 / Mesa, AZ)

Days Like These...

White walls surround me,
Painted faces turn away...
My only wish is to flee,
While I have some dignity within me...

The rustling of paper,
And the stir of pens...
Makes only minutes seem like hours,
Hours that tick away the day...

Drowsy eyes,
Droop down and wait for slumber...
As those around them,
Wait for a sudden bolt of thunder...

Days like these,
Drag on and on...
For there is nothing to do,
So we wait for a chime to set us free...

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If You Forget Me

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