Endless Days
by on April 28, 1997 in Poetry

The day is so peaceful
But I struggle at night
Do I again lose my mind
Do I again lose this fight
To be true to myself
To be who I am
The days are spent wondering
And figuring out all I can
Defined by my friends
And the people I know
But I don’t feel I’m like them
So where else can I go
We all drink to make memories
But I always forget
Just left with a hangover
And a list of regrets
I want so much more
With my life than drunk bliss
I want to be respected
To remember a kiss
How long is the journey
That will take me away
How long must I travel
To live endless days

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