No one seems to hear even when my mouth is open
The sun doesn't shine even when the blinds are open
Looking for brighter days the doors are closed the clerk has spoken And Opportunities come rare like a golden token
Wish the dreams would last even without my eyes closed
They sneak away like lover threw a side door
And come back around bedtime n the lights lower
Interrupted by the slightest sounds. . . *Alarm Ring*
Time To wake up!
-Kodak
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