Wednesday, April 05, 2017

2.1798 : 4/5/10 : No Entrance

Less concerned with getting out
than finding some way in
whatever once seemed clear a while
is drowned out by the din
the noise of pain the clamor
of what shouldn't matter
what people I don't care about
will think about the dust I scatter
It isn't starting now
I feel it in my very bones
searching for something
that nobody sees and no one owns
wanting to be unique
look where it's got me so far
it isn't nothing but
by God it is a low bar

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