Antiseptic hallways gleam,
replacing my well-thought dream;
where did it go,
what do I really know?
I held so tightly
to what I thought was real
but now, what is left to feel?
The loneliness of a twin bed,
metal wire over a window
that once held where I could go?
Is this a joke?
I’m not laughing anymore.
replacing my well-thought dream;
where did it go,
what do I really know?
I held so tightly
to what I thought was real
but now, what is left to feel?
The loneliness of a twin bed,
metal wire over a window
that once held where I could go?
Is this a joke?
I’m not laughing anymore.