Today was her birthday,
& he daydreamed until sun went down.
Somesay someday will never happen
threw it in the trashcan.
we see each other again,
we may never even know
what it means
Whats a man
without a heart?
Whats a woman
without a soul.
Whats a child
without a dream
Everything we ever believed in
has an on and off switch
Disposable man
searches for the
free spirit
feelings are just fictions.
Especially when words are just written.
this thing called time.
this thing called mind.
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