Tomorrow Comes Again

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The vast world, neverending.

It moves within this frame,

ticking, looping.

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I watch through bright, soulful eyes,

but not really seeing.

I am brilliant, titanic,

but not really seen.

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Faithless, hopeless.

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My voice rings with loud, excited tones,

but not really laughing.

I am running, fighting,

but not really moving.

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The world broke,

spilling a plague of whiteness.

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Hope, less. Care, less. Limit, less.

Endless.

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See without seeing,

Laugh without laughing.

Nothing.

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The tiny hourglass, rotating.

It escapes from my grasp.

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Forgetting yesterday,

Tomorrow comes again.