why me
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Well, it's 10 o' clock and lights are out.
My roomate is snoozing, a lump of blankets.
Through the dark, I hear a plane, soaring overhead with it's last passengers.
Why do I feel so worthless? I am lost in the high seas of people I have known for years. Yet, I am found in a group of complete strangers.
Only time can tell,
of what happens next,
the world is still turning,
like the clock in the annex.
Church bells are ringing,
choirs are singing,
bands are playing,
and the middle-aged are mingling.
