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what are we, but the
somethings in the back of our minds
and the depths of our hearts
class safe
though i know
it s not my lot
to be protected
though i know
it s not my lot
to be joyous
though i know
it s not my lot
to be known by all
there is longing
where there is duty;
yet i stay
my
hand.
containment
the city became too big for me
and within it i was lost
the cars were too f a s t
t
a
l
scrapers too l
for me to call my home.
i sought
(and i found)
(they gave)
asmallplaceforme
where i can:
- think
and i can:
- breathe,
and i can:
be
to
myself
and this — this i call my home.
description of the self
id.
ego.
superego.
i am the center
where you are not i am
where you are i am not.
in your heart
in your mind
in your soul
and i am every-one
and i am no-one
comfortable nothing
where you hurt—
where you fear—
i follow.
for i am
perserverant
for i am
unparalyzed
for i am
the absence
you need
d o you know
w here you go
when the
s t a t i c
c l o s e s
in
and you cant handle it anymore and you cant be here anymore and you just want to take a fucking break
and your movements
stop being yours
and your words
arent yours
and your body
sure as hell
isnt yours
hello
hello
hello.
..
The Road Not Taken
we would talk
you and me
in the quiet
in the dark
you would talk
of thoughts you'd thunk
and i would share
the things i'd done
and in the night
we closed our eyes
and we were stupid and unwise
and in the night
we fell asleep
and felt at peace.
we would fight
you and me
when the sun rose
in the sky
you would yell
and call me hurtful
and i would sit
and be abused
and in the day
i walked away
and you forgot our yesterday
and to this day
we talk no more
and we are fine.
i hope you miss me
but i know you dont.