terça-feira, 11 de outubro de 2016

Remind me, next year, maybe, how tired silence felt like.

How have you been
You my fool
Silly bum, same old aged faced squire
Ol' desires sink the same in the ocean
The reach the same, a struggle or a dance per corner
Level me this, riddle it ain't one nor two
We can both swim, truth be told float as well
Why have I so eagerly disappeared
If I meant so little to you
Why have you given yourself away

Once, or twice really
It has been told, I seem to recall
How these little, precious, things whose worth
Be told, surely, be worth doing slow
I was, perhaps, in the haste of mind, in a rush
I could apologize but I don't seem to have noticed
How poorly, little, belittle, you have seemed to have minded
My absence, it would appear!, has given you away

Lord, I have a confession of late
I happen to lie all the time
I am anything but close to fine
I identify poorly with who They say I am
The actions I have been linked to
Cause me grave pain and a general sense of confusion
Remind me, how to undo the tiresome soul crushing boredom
Of this condition, this fatal disease one calls Life

My deepest sorrow
Could be how thoughtfully I forget
Something.

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