People Say Life Goes On
People say life goes on,
After dusk comes dawn,
I wait looking at the horizon,
For the first rays of the sun,
I pull the curtain aside,
To allow some light on my bedside,
The air inside my room seems stale,
The bad odor is due to decomposing stories and tales,
I hurry to the window and throw them open,
Gasping in fresh air and begging god for another life coupon,
I wonder for how long i survived in this room,
How could i let myself be doomed?
Besides light and air this room needs cleaning,
All the bad memories have to be dusted off the ceiling,
I pick up a broom and makeup my mind,
I have to put a stop to the button rewind.
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