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It's 1:50 am on a Wednesday morning

I'm sore, tired and slightly reminiscing

of the times of past, and the souls I once knew

not all of them bad, just a slight darker hue

but this ain't some sad tale of days gone by

nor is this some ballad or mournful sigh

no, this is me on a Wednesday

wondering bout life, love and dismay

not overly sad, nor am I filled with rage

just feeling a little melancholy

with a side dish of age

you see I've been on this earth for 39 years

I've been cut, beat, and shed many tears

Ive been high off the hog, I've wallowed in fears

but for what?

it's still Wednesday morning and I'm still here

I'm not some great hero who saved the world

nor am I some Villain who's twisted and curled

I'm not some quiet genius with the cure to cancer

nor am I some street fighter filled with rancor

I'm just me and sometimes I hurt

I'm never free and sometimes I hurt

but not tonight

It's 2:30 am on a Wednesday morning

I'm old, mired and slightly subsisting