Delusions

It’s late, or its early
I dont fucking care
Regardless, the concrete city sleeps

Morning dew dusts daybreak
Power and passion have settled in for the night
I lie here in wonder and torment
Crying gently for the future I may not have
And the people I will never know

But you cannot miss something
That never was there
It’s just in my head
All this mental despair

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