Headspace

(1) grime

Eyes hold secrets that lips would never tell you,

At least not to your face.

Blinders are on and I can't see out the windshield:

What is this place?

I feel like I've been here a thousand times before

From the stench that sits on our clothes

(2) glean

If I could take a thousand days

And bottle them away,

They still would never come too close

To how I feel today.

The world is bright with chances ripe

And skies are ever blue;

Oh yes, this seems the greatest day

For me to start anew.

Repeat from beginning