Rockets raging in the blood red sky;
Watching my life pass me by.
Stars fading into the distance;
Wishing myself away from existence.
Looking up at the array of constellations,
Fighting for a semblance of sanity,
Trying to decipher reality,
Waiting for some sort of invitation.
Getting rejected,
Feeling dejected.
Another thought begins to escape,
A smile appears just as fake.
Cutting through the back roads,
Hoping to just let go.
Driving through the barren ground,
Dead grass passes by yellow and brown.
Staring at a faded photograph,
As my memories come rushing back.
Like an old familiar song,
A confirmation of why I don't belong.
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