Hour Eight

The future is a place I’ve never been, maybe I never will

It’s a thought I’ve yet to have

A spark not quite ignited

A dream I once had that may never come to pass


The past is a place I’ve yet to escape, maybe I never will

It’s a lesson I’m suppose to learn

Trauma and regret I can’t change

A time I’m destined to relive every night

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