Oh what a wasted life it is
the one of a feckless mother
wandering in the mist
the empty mind blown over

What time is wasted on that life
when the player forgets to play
the numbness betrays the lack of
feeling only to find our way

What waste will spill upon the page
when will the drivel end
when the clear skies return once more
never to see the grey again

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