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after 12 hours dragging around this broken ankle
ever putting masks on the faces that surround me
I’ve put faith in a thing called anarchy,
and let the waves of chaos run circles around me
and pushing this cart in the middle of the night
catching up on time spent all alone
I got used to the fact that i was prone
to sleeping every minute of every single day,
while walking through crowds of people who aren’t there
to get to the end of the line, destination: nowhere
the source of the light, in the middle where its dark
a metaphor, so literal
and i lie all night with my eyes on the cieling
adjusting and conforming to being the opposite of my feelings
and do I wake up everyday
or do my dreams take too much away
from my life, that I think every dream is a real thing
not possible its a dream you could say
but after staring into the grey past the white, say i might, avoid the fight envision the possibility i’m alive
while walking through crowds of people who aren’t there
to get to the end of the line, destination: nowhere
look just to the left to see the tracks in the dark
and keep one eye lingering behind you
the afterlife, or the day i wake up,
the present, or the space lying outside of where we’ll ever be
if it all assmilated now, my composure would remain the same
but i’d be spread acrossed the galaxy; now be composed of me
this prison cell slowly becomes my home-
and i am not alone i’m marching in time
theres nothing real that i cannot see
somethings hidden others lie in front of me
will there be a time when i’m not me anymore?
solidified like dried clay, on the bedroom floor
broken promises speed my descent into nothing
will there be a time when i’m not me anymore?
and i lie all night with my eyes on the cieling
adjusting and conforming to being the opposite of my feelings
and do I wake up everyday
or do my dreams take too much away
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