you don't make sense
you don't understand
one hand washes
the other hand
2:30 in the morning
and still going strong
you never admit
there's something wrong
staying awake
staring at stars
while bowie asks
is there life on mars
you give a nod
and then a laugh
look through a glass onion
at the other half
across the universe
your soul wails
consumed with thought
and tragic tales
but here in your room
you quietly wonder
as daylight arrives
like ominous thunder
your eye twitches
and an eyelash breaks
crying for no one
your mind aches
the smile flees
with a furrowed brow
love has taken
its final bow
will you remember this night?
will it be this clear?
probably not
as you let sleep steer...
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