Smiles tore into the plastic sky
when I tried to believe in something
that I thought wasn’t subject to decay
I’m still waiting for this hash to kick in
so I can drift away along Nature’s sigh

Laughing yet dying from bitter irony
I hear snatches of songs that don’t exist
I dread waking up alone just to consider
that I will do the same thing over and over
expecting to find myself in somewhere far, far away

Everyone has their own shades of grey
that colour my world with such callous haste
I wish to fade into the green rivers that hold me
high above the trivial and the despicable

The End

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