Is this, today – tomorrow?
Or just another day of yesterday?
My coffee smells no different,
The cloud outside is not a different shade of gray
/
It hasn’t moved, it hasn’t changed
As if someone played hangman in the sky
And left the puzzle hanging, partly solved,
Giving me food for thought and an excuse to cry
/
I cannot feel I’m growing older
The numbing high of similarities again invades my veins,
Convincing me that I’ll exist like this forever
And I believe, and I don’t care – and it is all the same
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Can I make this, today – into tomorrow?
And not another version of a thousand days I’ve known
If I endeavour to resolve the hangman’s puzzle
Will I escape his heavy cloud that wouldn’t let me grow?