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His head is weary with thoughts- cursing him to make mistakes

By the beach of pain and relief- his sand castles seem to disappear

Through the words of a smile- you words find the simplicity of pain

The notion of falling apart with the sky falling- he just seems to break and tear.

Now is not the time to panic- we told him- now is the time to forget

Jump into a new life- it’s going to happen- are you crazy enough to cry

Be resolute, my good friend; be like a rock- it’s only a week ago

I saw him happy- shouting and jumping- willing happy to try.

He feels lonely; I have felt that- A long time ago

Pity is not what I feel- I just woke up feeling eager to try a new tie

Though his words mumble- Though he goes incoherent

Though he has words of inspiration- Through his words of a cry.

Every morning he wakes up- with a dream of the night

I meet him looking in the mirror- practising and getting clearer

By the evening, the talks reach his ear- shunting him closed and hurt

With time being a fucker- try again the day another.

So many people writing- to touch you in your feat of glory

There are friends and enemies all together- “Bam Chika Bow Bow”

Dream, my friend, dream without any end- there is no harm to it

Don’t be worried by the impending storm- to be sad- the time is not now.

Was listening to "Any Color you Like" by Pink Floyd, 22/02/2013 20:20 P.M.