I sit here, between two white pillars, as they hold a once mighty guardian of the forest above my lap. Among me are empty glasses, a diary covered in dust, papers, money, little yellow reminders and empty promises, a lonely key, an empty wallet, and six half written songs which mark the extent of my accomplishment this year.
I sit here lost in a forest of my own shit
Spring is on its way...maybe I should clear out this dead landscape
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