Everything continues
Just as it did before
as it always will
Maybe I've spent my happy days
Like they would never end
and treated them without regard
Misspent and unappreciated
Disenchanted by consistancy
I miss the dreams
Though they only amount
Little more than life
Dreams are hollow now
Fancy wrapping, without a soul
Tired of chasing empty promises
Chosing stars already fallen
Burnt in the atmosphere
Pretty - seeking attention
Never making it to earth
Never reaching me
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