Reference Point

With the lights down low
After the afterglow
Just a whistling wind in our ears

Memory is past
We relive the aftermath
And I leave my to-do list in the sand

So when the day is long
Take care to carry on
Even [?]

Reference point
Referencing my own, thankfully anonymous, thoughts
Hated on days like these
A haiku, archery, and a drawing of flowers

Reference point
Referencing my own shamefully eponymous thoughts
Written on years like rocks
[?] days on the beach
Sushi, late nights, and the wasting of hours

Is it real, is it fake?
Is it all just a face?
And is it over, and is it okay?
Do we know if there's any other way?
Am I useful, am I sane?
Am I a bird in a gilded cage?
Am I supposed to be feeling this way?
And are we just throwing it all down the drain?

Is it real, is it fake? (Am I real? Am I real?)
Is it all just a face? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Is it over, is it okay? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Do we know if there's any other, any other way?
Am I useful, am I insane? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Am I a bird in a gilded cage? (Am I a [?]? Send it down the drain)
And are we joking? Are we broken? (Is it real? Down the drain)
Am I supposed to be, supposed to be feeling this way?