Abandoned by glory

This morning seems a little smaller than the one before.

Lift your head up.

Too late to capture the whispers you’ve become.

Shake yourself out of bed.

Hear the songs that don’t understand you anymore.

The radio slowly spills her misty scorn.

Chaotic mind, you shouldn’t play outside anymore.

 So who will still remember you tomorrow?

You’ve been abandoned by glory.

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