It is a feeling, a moment in time
a thought or a critique sublime
never mind the bullshit
be easy on yourself
you never know
everything could be fine
Trapped on a tilted plate
slipping on the greased side of bacon
just about to fall in to the demise
what is a person meant to do
when the shit is covered in flies
still no more telling lies
life will have to change, or else I will die!
Enough of the thunderous swirling wind
trying to tell a story yet where to begin?
looking for the bright glint on a mirrored wall
a sparkled prism of light that is cool
I don’t know, must stop being the fucking fool
try to be grown up in mind for a change
not so ridiculously small
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