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High School Time
in thousands of hour glasses
behind closed doors.
As my life slowly passes,
I become the quiet of routine
and I forget to long for more...
Time.
The opiate of the masses.
An epidemic of the worn.
Silent is the sun today.
It is cold and hard
Inside its shell.
I feel far away,
tired and misplaced.
Lost somewhere in hell.
I sit and watch the world.
In its pointless, rushing swirl
And I wonder when was the last time
I liked this place.
Time.
Detatched hourglasses
counting years behind closed doors.
As my life slowly passes,
I become stone inside my core,
and the sun doesn't touch me with its warmth...
Time.
The opiate of the masses.
An epidemic of the worn.
