The Day The fumbled glasses are dropped onto my face. Sweaty feet stick to the floor The sharp needles of a power shower prick my awaking body Slowly #life drifts back into my body What to wear? Choices to decide; Home or away? Leather shoes on a timber floor.... a strong sound Breakfast.. Not today thank you Gotta go, gotta go Rush to say goodbye - pure habit Empty rooms, locked doors The sound of memories are all that is left
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