some nights have no morning,
some mornings wait for dawn,
hour by hour and drop by drop,
perpetually waiting, marked by a yawn.
some questions have no answers,
some answers make nonsense,
let the world sort itself out,
while I time out on the fence.
all was so different way back then,
monotone and so lazy, still amusing and so crazy.
hiding in a discarded shirt, quietly in the crease,
somewhere are my pieces of Peace!
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