Slow Mornings

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Deny the pretense that cloaks you,

And yet that dull ache of longing,

Longing for truth stays

It just wants to scream at the top of its lungs,

THERE'S NO CONVICTION IN YOUR DENIAL,

WHY DO YOU DROWN IN YOUR FALSEHOOD?


A smile that's ready for every soul that seeks heart-speak,

Oh, aren't I a perfect little charming creature!

Let them know all you are,

But be sure to conceal it's a mask

Revel in the pleasure,

The joy that you chase,

With each praise stoking your ego

'Til it becomes so inflated,

That you fly without wings


But why are you scared of removing the mask,

Even for a fleeting moment,

Enough to be a witness to your reality?

You're just like anyone else aren't you,

A slave of laziness

Offering gifts to discipline,

To help you stay afloat?


Who are you fooling, love?

Not the tears you shed each night,

At the penultimate strike of the clock,

No, you call it survival, don't you?

This world that keeps you on your toes,

Where rest is a mere illusion

And the predator, sweet little productivity,

Shames you for even a momentary indulgence


Accept, honey,

Don't you just wanna wake up

In a place where your life doesn't roll down the hill,

If your eyes don't greet the cheery sun at 8 on the dot?

Admit it, darling,

Aloud if it heals you,

You're starting to rattle the chains,

But apprehensive of breaking out of them

Free, as you want,

Free, as you need.

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