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Waking Life

Late at night

while waiting for dreams

I linger upon my waking hours

trying to understand my life.

I recall the questions

but the answers

never appear,

I recall the confusion

but things are never

so clear.

Take my hand and lead me,

guide me through my waking hours.

I pray for a love to come into my life

hold me when I cry

and laugh with me

when I find life too funny

not to laugh out loud.

There’s so much I could ask for,

so much I could ask forgiveness for,

but all I really need is love

and someone to hold me at night.

Late at night

alone in bed I wonder

if I’ll be forever alone,

I wonder if I’ll be on my own

the rest of my waking life.

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