These are the days I just hope they don't go to waste Emotions that I feel there and I crave Are tangible, meaning less and less Words that I say I sometimes wish they would all just go away Vanish, yet appear, then fall apart Managed to mangle my thoughts Why would they follow me? Resurrect animosity Intrude on my life Finally caught on to my sanity To arrive At some point Every single day My mind aches and splits in a thousand frantic frays Looking past the mirrored opaque walls Transcendental meaning all within She caught on to my clarity Gave on to the charity Of where I find my skin Believe in the yesterday It showed in every other way It becomes Tomorrow's out of touch