I keep asking
why me? there's no rhythm
to this life,
its days like today scattered
by Fate among the rest
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life is short
my Spotify list remains long ...
and yet
this loveless morning
alone with birdsong
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at 3 a.m.
sleepless once again ...
this crescent moon
this gray-haired stranger
in the bedroom window
FYI: In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up
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the sunlight fades
into the gathering dark
another day
will ends with nothing new
in my life and on my mind
