Blurry days
Pass by
One at a time
And only a few
Stick in the head
Smoky days
Foggy ones
But sometimes
One of them will be clear
And impactful
And it’ll shape and mold
But those ones
Are rare
And you can’t force them
Or seek them
They just greet you in random pockets
Like a sunrise that stops you in your tracks
Or getting caught in the rain
Life is the stage
And we are the actors
And we are the audience
“Read your lines, young man.
“Stand over there.
“Clap here
“Light up faces
“And force a smile.”
Like you, I’m guessing,
I seek a story
To escape into
Something that's more interesting then
This little life of mine
This little light of mine
It ain’t enough
It ain’t enough . . .
There’s just too many blurry days
That all feel the same
Too many smoky memories
That all look the same
When I play them back
All these goofy ass people
They look the same
They sound the same
And to be different then them
Is to be insane
Oh well.
CH 2/7/24
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