Ever felt so weak and tired from days that have aged and aged

A dullness that sweeps and lies on a solid resting place

Drain me of my losing mind, of eloquence and manner

Of active searching through the dust and bones and clamber

Why can’t I escape? I don’t know if I want to

Don’t know if I’ll have nothing left to hold onto

Break me down for a long winter

When Autumn’s only just begun

Begging for relief I lie awake through days of faking, greying minds that leave nostalgic beauty behind

Counting the times I’ve fallen and spotting the dry and parching

Souls wearing a tidiness and loneliness that’s never quite confronted

I hear of a satisfaction and remedy so rare and rarely hunted

Bring back eloquence and bring back new life

I crave for a fulfilment that drives and drives and drives

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