Can’t shake this mood this prevailing feeling
Nothing is how it should be
I find my bed lately and look at the ceiling
Wondering what waits in the morning for me
When the ghost stories end my mind turns to dust
I give in to my monsters at large
Giving up on the dreams and the ones that I trust
Seems my dream catcher needs a charge
My spirit's gone lame my notes are all flat
Friends will laugh as I fall
I’ve run out of swings when it’s my turn to bat
When the bell rings can’t answer the call
So the nightmares are over and daymares begin
If it happens to you you will know
Whistle away face the sun with a grin
Put your lips together and blow
Dan Blix
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