break your clocks, off the wall,
giving time a break.
they say, that the night falls,
that's a victory for the day.
when your clothes, match your mind,
when reality releases,
undetected by designs
we thought brought completion.
the clothes on your back are theirs to take
and your rooms cleaned out cause there's too much there to think about
your walls cave in
the anxiousness will hold ya
you wish you were still there
reality can't control you here.
©friedman27
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