Nothing more, nothing less
Be still my beating heart of all this nonsensical blathering
Nothing more, nothing less
Echoes in time, same song and dance of the herd in time
Birth, childhood, fruition, fucking, and then death
Cycle starts again
Nothing more, nothing less
Is this all just a neon game sign hanging in the window of the soul, before the curtain drops?
Mediocrity at it's finest
Nothing more, nothing less
Sitcom daily living, fake smiles and handshakes
Nothing more, nothing less
I want more.
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Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
