Lullabye

not looking the way
we want to at all having 
said things we wished 
we hadn't while having
done crazy things we 
absolutely didn't 
want to do and 
completely 
neglecting to
dosay that which was
so direly 
necessary not knowing
who is thinking of you
right 
this moment
in love or 
hate (probably no
one) no idea
who your friends may be your
future seems almost as
immutable as your past both
of which seem rather point
less you pull the covers
to your 
chin swearing you'll remember
to kick off the revolt
first thing in the
morning 
perhaps hoping you'll
awaken in some
one else's life and you 
manage to 
keep your eyes 
shut as your
senses die (though
your thoughts regettably
do not) and wouldn't
you know it you go
and
stumble
into
tomorrow

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