The Back Pages
Compete disregard
For a talent once so strong
Reciprocally shown
Move to the back page
Where one's faults are not as clear
The lines all blur here
I grow tired of
Growing tired before the
Time for sleep has come
Convoluted trek
To steal and return the dreams
Beneath their notice
I wish to slip in
To have my own time and space
Gone for far too long
I forget its taste
Of being truly alone
No one watching me
I long for that drug
A replacement for the rest
Rest for the weary
That or train my sights
The days drag on for too long
With no spare moments
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