I am other than myself.
The night is old.
Already the moments have slipped away.
I waste...
Another time,
In remembering,
And cast my lot...
For another day.
I smile,
And sigh,
Resigned,
As I prepare,
For another...
Night...
Asleep.
Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we drive.
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