There's a lone one, in alone.
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you said you woke but you keep hitting snooze
why you get your mind from television news
colors come in more than just two hues
things are different from different views
in the whole, we are only drops of dues
you said you woke but you keep hitting snooze

It seems the years accelerated fast
I remember being young in my thirties
But now I am Seventy
What happened during those years
Aches and pains
Everything else I will let remain
My steps get slower
It's hard exercising going lower
I was always energetic
What a surprise?
The years in wisdom helped me realize
Value what you have, and never take for granted
You live once, and time uncertain
Live it too the fullest
Time waits for no one
Cherish the time you have

He is
my happy thought,
my best friend, and
my rain lover

Life ain't so funny when you ain't got
   that honey feeling deep inside
You had it once when you were very
    young (when you were little)
When you were close to the Source
Close to your god and your Mom
That lovely sweet ambrosia feeling
It used waft through your being
Its various colours lighting you up
   inside
Like a veritable Christmas tree
Made you feel real special, made you
   feel so alive
Made you feel that Life was
   something amazing
An incredible ride.

But that was then, and this... this is
   now
Seems almost like a lifetime ago
Like some myth or legend
Lost way in the mists of Time,
Been so long since I had that feeling,
You begin to wonder was there ever
   such a place
Did it ever really exist at all.

The World it offers you sweets and
   chocolate
Their nice but they don't last, their
   over too fast
And they only remind you of what
   you've lost
(And yea, you can eat that sugar but
   it'll only **** you brother
It ain't the same and it ain't what
   you're looking for).

Inside there's just this great big hole
That you try and fill with anything
Eating too much, drinking too much
(You don't know when to stop, and
   even then, it's never enough)
Working as well... too much! staring,
Staring at the TV (the almighty TV),
And pretending...yea, pretending your
   whole
If only they knew these smiles of
   mine, their not true
And these words, their all hollow too,
There's nothing here in me, I... I'm
   empty.

Each day is just another desert to
   cross,
Another desert to roam
Lying sprawled out on the sofa in
   front of the TV, stupified and
       zombified
You think to yourself, "there was a sweetness once, wherever did it go".