Organ ised

It’s a lonely place

this mind of mine

And it’s a longing fight

but this heart seems fine

It keeps wishing to wake up

Every next morning at dawn

wiped out, with a memory loss

And for a while it works, not for long because

A hindsight, a glimpse

A mirror, a hint

Is all it takes for it to see the graveyard it’s missed

Burying people and faces

sorrows and places

without a chance for any of them to show their true phases

So it drums and it wakes and forgets

And it drums and it wakes and forgets

And it bangs and it kills and regrets

Its everlasting company, its everyday lies

Tell me darling, was your fate ever to just survive?