Wondering where I had been
The clock was blinking
Even it didn't know what time it was
Thinking is thus real
Or is this still the misery
Wishing I was sleeping
So I could see how it ends
Looking at the clock
Watching it flash the same numbers
It is still night outside
I know it is six minutes after four
Like I have been here before
Staring at the dark
With the same faded memory
One that I will carry with me
As long as I have one
Woken from the same dream
Wondering where I have been
With the same blinking clock
A Lingering storm on the horizon
What is real and what is false
Staring at you in the dark
As the numbers blink repeatedly
Wondering what more will be revealed
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