I Will Sing That Song Until I Stop

My gray color brings upon the meaningful stare.  Laughter shoots up my arm like that needle I never dare.  Not knowing where the song bird rests it's heavy wings, I sit and await the beginning of everything.  No source to show if the season is starting.  No game to learn and keep my mind from yawning.

So again, quietly still I will sit, awaiting any chance of glimmer.
The past haunts me without any apology, and my future, sadly appears dimmer.

 

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[ZeroZorro2]

I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about. Please be more clear.