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by smit Oct 30, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Sitting in this lonely cafe I wait for that very day. Tens of people around me Some even close friends to me But never have I felt so alone So unmotivated, so fallenBut its time to turn it around And again act like a clown So this world can't see what's inside 'Cause they won't understand why I cried Or empathize with all the things I did So for now I can't let these emotions skidOr may be its time to turn this into anger Make myself move forward instead of linger Bring into action these lazy feet and broken mind Get a cane when times bind the eyes to be blind Find a window if no door is left to escape Anything but letting this sadness take shape