Murky waters

not sure anymore,

if i care enough, or care too much?

the subtle hints, appearing in the dreams,

poems with big words,

what is the point, if they deceive?

pretending, everything is a war

on the inside.

murky waters,

slowly drifting.

holding on, almost letting go.

almost done.

but, almost.

because tomorrow is another day,

then another and another.

the snooze won’t do you good

because after all, you gotta wake up and put on the makeup

even if you feel made up.



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