Empty skies, empty horizon,
no clouds or stars,
just the dark blue sky.
Just the only light from behind me.
The clock is ticking away,
backwards, can't tell the time.
Truth is, I wouldn't give it a try.
It only helps me waste off another day.
White's the new black.
Or so you'd say, to me,
On the streets when they're full,
in the middle of the road thats bare.
Your words, they fade away.
Like hot water from my glass,
Staring into plastic abyss...
Left to wonder if somethings' amiss.
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