MEAL TIME
--Allison Malakowski--
Is this breakfast?
I can't remember
My day has slipped by
What am I doing?
Let's move on now
Nope. Definately lunch
Why did I get up this morning?
Is it morning?
My mind doesn't play tricks on me
That's reality's job
I stare at this blank wall
And will it to move
I lay down to sleep
on a cloud of oblivion
The wind whips past my ears
And the sounds are distinctive
Play the song that i love
I can't hear for all the cars
I've walked too far
And my boots are coated in mud
Time for dinner now, dear
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