The Secret of the Stare

Sleepy, wonderous, full of wanting things that do not exist
Wanting, yourning things i cannot seem to find.
Wanting to be happy, relieved, totally undisturbed.
Needing to feel a certain way
Lost in the presence of things i can't seem to say
Today is the day that all will be told
Waiting to know how the story will unfold
Magic it seems but it doesn't exist
The things i want are more defined than this
I'm hurting, I'm scarred for life
Why should anybody have to live in this strife?
Sinking or swimming, whichever I don't care.
It's time again to go reside behind a blank stare.





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