I had plans
Now I have nothing
But time on my hands
Sitting here
Staring at these three walls
Wishing I could break through the fourth
Soft melodies in my head
Of a man lost to time
Unknown to those closest to him
Thinking
Will that be me?
Set adrift in oblivion
Waiting to begin again
Reflecting on the sins of men
In a world of pain
How do we heal?
When everything is on fire
And every day is a new war
That has to be fought
But must we?
Now?
In this hour?
Led by cowards
Unwilling to do the work
Must we fight?
For what little we’ve got
Where do I slot in?
One day
Only to be forgotten
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