(Untitled) The Chosen Few

I stand on the roof
And look down at the town
With my riverfront view
Even the water is brown
Noise & chaos surrounds me
I wish not for a sound
I close my eyes for a minute
To make my heartbeat slow down

They talk so loud
But I don't hear a thing
Everyday I tell myself
That today I'll be clean
I learn everyday
Folks are not what they seem
The darkness moves over to shadow my gleam

I was dead
I mean I moved & I walked & I talked
But at that three o'clock hour
In my mind I felt stalked by my faults
Before I knew it
It seemed nothing was clear
I see a reflection of myself
But am I really here?

I got lost in it
I got lost in you
And for a little minute
My perception was askew
I know that I don't know
What it is I thought I knew
Longing to be part of
And among the chosen few

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