Lost in a bright world, dark skies and bright stars.

I see clocks ticking away

I see clouds drifting far.


Smiles filling up a room, and a still face.

Moving music through a frozen day.

I see glasses of pretend.

I see glass of dismay.


Corners filled with dust, and crumbled sheets.

I see birds flying.

I see birds sitting.


Voices mumble among the white walls, and gray ceilings.

I see faces of sorrow.

I see the bottles of my future.


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