this day like yesterday
gray and cold
must have a different taste
I drank the oak last night
and it tasted like forever
in a script I could not read
Everybody's having fun, but me
at 49, just searching inside the mask
for the eye holes and a place to breathe
then it feels like tomorrow
I guess I know what that is
I'll look for it in my haste
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