The shadows infiltrate my warm daydreams, as that familiar sadness grips my heart. Sinister whispers within the summer breeze convincing me the light is really the dark... Thunder booms overhead... A threat of a late May storm... Dread swirls through my mind as the dark afternoon clouds form... And as I grow ever acutely aware of the passing of time, I realize I've never really done much. Just a bad poet spouting useless rhymes... I've had colossal success as a failure...My hope is as faded as my doubt... My regrets weigh down my pockets, as I turn them inside out... Maybe later I'll take a walk in the park... Perhaps later, maybe in the dark...
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