war of the minds
7 am
the garbage truck beaps as it backs up
and i start my day thinking about what i've thrown away;
the credits traverse, signifying the end
but i missed the best part;
[forgive my indecision]
11 am
by now you would think that i would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices i've made;
i never thought i could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and i'm knee deep in that old fear
[forgive my indecision-----i'm only human]
12 pm
and my dusty telephone rings
heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?


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