These Are The Days

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