see them on the other table
look like they've done some bacons
not old just more than middle aged
my spine retracts
i feel the pain
her looks are giggly
filling her face with music
his are tired
seems he wants to turn it off
i don't want to see them now
want to keep my breakfast
where it belong
suddenly i remember
the balance the struggle
of me and you and everyone
i see the couple tilting
no machine turns off the light
thirty years of some direction
in the same boat still miles apart
she wants the days to keep the color
he looks at the grey men at the top
once they were buddies
but then they forgot
this dream i have
there are no foundations
want to keep my head
want to share my blood
across me the wreck is leaving
i look around to see someone
with which
to share a dream
don't want to be alone on a sinking ship
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