Thoughts on the real feel temperature

Memories of better days

Acting as if nothing's wrong

Lacking focus, in a haze

Ending up like a sad song

Many times I had the chance

Each time let it pass me by

Never found the time to dance

Oh, that I should even try

Picturing an open field

All my hopes and dreams in bloom 

Understandings not revealed

Silence like an empty tomb

Every bell, they toll, for whom?

 

 

 

 

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