Cozy/ Dreaming

Once upon a time,

when life was a dream

and life was on the line,

with a train losing steam,

being lost wasn't fine, yelling "I don't know what's mine"

rather lose track than lose my mind, 

but I'm doing both, don't know why.

Going nowhere,

doing none to get by,

cozy in the same train

until I die the same night

give me time or give me light,

treat me like I know what's right

time killed me, for I didn't fight.

Watch me try again

tommorrow night.

 

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