eternal affair

It's heading outside the track,
my eternal affair with the day.
Giving the thought a little more time,
i'm handing my sorrow to the night.

It's here, I suppose,
where the end would have started.
I'm tapping in, then breathing out.

It's my head,
which just an inch to getting hit,
nothing fancy nothing huge,
just another day of sit and stare.

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