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27 May 2009

one more day

the morning is back
knocking me off my feet
again
and so the day begins

it's all such a blur
where did I go wrong
again
when the day began?

can she even see me
or am I too cliché
again
just another day

endless concentration
my eyes age as they weep
again
yet another day

grasping for hope
fighting to survive
again
just one more day

 each morning   i come in peace   with one final kiss   looking for you   castle in the mist   Bakery Square   dreaming of you   airport   black and white   It must have been a dozen years since we last spoke.   Trudging down the street.   one more day   my guitar hands   what a night.   Why did they need both the Atlantic and the Pacific?   as this morning's light   the king