Woke Up Like This

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Seconds to hours to a lifetime—

The inevitability of fading lights 

Growing distances between lips and hearts

Oblivion in smiles and twinkling eyes. 

The know-how of treading fine lines

Of knowing the place you hold

Among those whose faces seem welcoming 

And those whose greeting marks 

The indifference of your existence. 

Your eyes follow everything; you go unseen

Mind and body grow frigid among warm bodies

Move on ahead in seclusion, disguised mien

The sun still shines—maybe someday 

It'll burn yellow just for you