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A Borderwinter Day's Reality

Every day I wake up and look out at the rising sun
Wondering what will happen during this new day
Will God throw a curve ball
Or will I just get my way.

Should I go and into some trouble
Or just sit here between chores in the rubble
I can't think straight,
And it's already half past eight.

I found a friendly faces to greet
Yet their feelings are masked and blank as a clean white sheet
I have yet to find
Out what they are saying and It is nine.

I follow that person and caught in the flow
    the veraciousness
    of her innocence
She always follows where ever they go
And now I have to delve
Deeper into the river and its 12.

I find there is a secret war
Yet the faces, still friendly, are clean; without gore
They share a broken bond of lies,
I try to get it but its already five.

I found one injured soul within the source
The innocent one I met before
I feel like I am trying to close the path to heaven
The eyes so empty and deep look at me at a quarter after seven.

The sun set long ago yet I have succeeded
I filled those once contemptuous eyes with feelings
    I don't know
The faces disappear in dream's flight
But then I woke up at midnight.

I thought about the problems I faced
In my dream where the line between it and reality have been erased
I fall back asleep just to wake up and yawn
And once again look out at the rising sun.