It's been days.
Though it feels like weeks.
I know now that nothing stays.
Especially things that are unique.
I don't know what's happened.
Yes, I admit I'm lost.
But this ship that we both captained.
Has been both tipped and has been tossed.
What role can I now play.
Other than just a man.
Now that it's been days.
There's no other role that I can.
I don't have time; I have to start,
And I may seem strange for a while,
But I'll dig my heels into my heart,
Grind my teeth and wear a smile.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
It's been days.
Though it feels like weeks.
I know now that nothing stays.
Especially things that are unique.
I don't know what's happened.
Yes, I admit I'm lost.
But this ship that we both captained.
Has been both tipped and has been tossed.
What role can I now play.
Other than just a man.
Now that it's been days.
There's no other role that I can.
I don't have time; I have to start,
And I may seem strange for a while,
But I'll dig my heels into my heart,
Grind my teeth and wear a smile.
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