days

days

by McCutcheon
now I don’t know what day it is
and you don’t know what day it is
so it must be one of those days
one of those days just lost in space
one of those days just wasted away

the numb finger tip touch
of oblivion
blue room levitation
echo of imagination
heart beat loudest sound
too busy trying to understand the feeling
for dark thoughts to creep in
we need these days to keep the thoughts away
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