Checking in, noting nothing's changed - everything is pretty much the same.
Different day. The sun looks dimmer, it sets a different way.
When you were young, you talked with yourself. Promises were made,
dreams were forged at night, then realized at the break of day.
Oftentimes, when nothing goes your way, you say your dreams have made you pay.
Now and then, desire leads you to walk astray, make mistakes.
Swim alone through tides of strain, or face the truth and walk away;
success in matters of the heart are for another day.
Cities have a habit of holding joy at bay.
Their bright lights, dens, denizens looking for their next lay,
are dumb to what holds you in your part. This is an ill-begotten play,
so save face; best leave it to the players.
-Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
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