Sometimes the night is a journey
I make to travel
from one to yet another day

The moments entwined
with you on my mind
the thoughts run astray

And a dream floats in and out
But in my solitary drudgery
I watch them go by
soaking up your memory

Like a bridge over troubled waters
I wear a facade
If wishful thinking was a crime
I stand guilty as charged

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