and as I slouch a bit
too hot in here
the jester sings a song
no sleeping tonight I will
not go to bed
worried I will never
amount to anything
great journey ahead pokes
up from
the ashes I will soon
become
back to my mind and what
would you say
that I heard you
will not listen again
I am struggling to keep my
head above water
surrounding and wish I
could swim
around the world if I had
to do
what was done is done out
of jealousy
though I do not know for
what
am I doing in this place again
killing myself daily and I
guess
I don’t care
too much not tasting the
soup
the ladle serves no
purpose any longer
shorter as the heat inside
rises
peaks and falls right
before
those who judge us all…
and if we can’t find truth
here
where
else could we possibly find it?
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