My gaze wanders into the emptiness*
Veils cloud my senses
In the weak glow of the lamp
I'm looking for the right words
What are these lines
If that Tomorrow is coming
Who still thinks about yesterday
What do these hours mean
When sleep takes you away
Where are you in my life
Seconds turn into hours
And the memory drifts away
What remains are fading words in the trickling dawn
Forgotten moments
from days long past
pass me by without stopping
without rest or return
/>Shudders permeate my body
Tears me back into this existence
One last word before the veil
extinguishes the glow of the lamp
What are these lines
if that Tomorrow is coming
Who still thinks about yesterday
What do these hours mean
when sleep steals you away
Where are you in my life

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