Every day in every way
For better or for worse
All you say is so cliché
A blessing and a curse
Lies and empty promises
Reasons with no rhyme
Numbers on a calendar
Hands that tell no time
You can’t replay the future
You can’t outrun your past
You cannot rock for ages
The end is coming fast
The world outside cannot get in
And no one’s getting out
All your dreams and visions
Have faded into doubt
Every empty hour
Spent pacing this damned floor
Led me to my resting place
Camped outside this door
Rain is running off this awning
And pouring down my shirt
Mingling with these tears of age
And puddling in the dirt
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