The Unsung Humdrums

Traded mirth,
will it decomission pain?

A gamble’s worth,
a reason to forgive and forgo; to remain?

Conceded Truths,
hath it been the truth, will it ever Change in the other face of the dime?

A wishful hope,
will it warrant the strength to carry on, love in permanence time?

A penny for my thoughts,
would you ought to buy the eternity in my mind?

the rebirth,
such are the humdrums of reality, it happens and happens not

My alleged victory,
have I really won what I’ve fought?

so vivid,
Which truth is make believe?

Time,
Has it come? or will there ever be for me?

The You to me,
or The You, you remembered was?



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