4:30 am lacking inspiration here, listening to Floyd, talking to shadows on the wall.
i lite another cigarette, and the smoke burns my lungs, a new day waits.... what it will bring is anyones guess, solitude,happiness,heartache and pain.....sometimes wish i could turn back the clock, still it ticks out the hours, and days....wonder why i care at all or if it's just a dream.....rambling now questioning the fragility of my sanity.....wish you were here just played and i wish you were here one more time....just for a little while, to help me along this road, with all it's hills and things....but i'm alone here except for the shadows and the conversation deepens...they know me better than i know myself so i laugh and reach for another smoke..... 
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