Carry On, New York City Blues

I wake with stone for brains. A softness I cannot gauge, I am not ashamed, although maybe I should be.

I’m playing black sheep, and drinking my dreams away. Stumbling in a dark room, searching for the exit that I hope to find one day.

I left my fire in New York City. No need to extinguish me.

Let me be.

It’s a simple kind of sadness. But it doesn’t settle with a blue sky, it doesn’t wane with the days. Only energy fades.

It’s sinister, being blanketed by storm clouds begging, please stay. Rain over me, wash me away.

I left my fire in New York City.

I’ll burn out, wait and see.

Jobless, helpless, I hope my compass knows the route back for me.

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