reaching my room from my mind
i stared at the clock and time passes by
today was yesterday, tomorrow is today
all seem to drift with the passing time
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Illusions
reaching my room from my mind
i stared at the clock and time passes by
today was yesterday, tomorrow is today
all seem to drift with the passing time
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