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.
This poem is about:
Me
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