Somehow I manage to open my eyes
And see all the beautiful things around me
And push aside, the constant stress

But if I take time to look inside myself
I can softly, but clearly hear melancholy
Singing, waltzing around my chest

It’s the pianist to my heart
And it becomes my long awaited comfort
Inside the darkened purple skies
Permeating through it all
Like a hand to hold

And the rain starts to pour
But nothing is getting wet
And no longer can I keep my eyes open
And I succumb

It consumes me
Until I manage to open my eyes again

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