Of the olden, golden
Good old days
When I was not beholden
Frequented by dreams
Of the dead and gone
Mind games to be played
In my head all day long
Looking for an excuse
For this noose around my neck
Preemptively forsaken
In my journey's endless trek
Positively breathless
With a negative outlook
Dark days ahead
Look like chimney soot
Blacker than black
on the brightest of days
My future is clouded
In a regret shaded haze
Stuck in the pattern
Of old stubborn ways
I've given up
On life's tangled maze
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