After the day is done,
At home and wondering
if its all worthwhile
the empty smiles
and throwaway phrases
done in large empty places
to come home to silence
more quiet complacence
Wondering if this is it
Is that all there is,
Does it end like this?
Wake again, do it on the morrow
Ones joy is anothers sorrow,
Let it go, you cant create fate
Simply wait.
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