what’s the
purpose
what’s even
been done
and who really
cares
forgot that
idea
as it was
rightly ignored
and as I stumbled
around
well known it wasn’t
going well
what’s the
purpose
of the emotion
no one wants to
swim in the ocean
maybe happiness
rather sink or
in the sink float
never move up
go thirsty
drinking
from a broken
cup
believing a
false reality
pretending it
was all good
rather be
lonely
then watch
misery pretend
happy like
walking backwards
through the
gate
into a garden
there
isn’t one
flower left…
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