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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