But everything is slipping away
Bit by bit in the skiving of next of
kin
The measure of time is taking
wheeze
Can't lay hold of more scene!
Want good days again and
Nights like this again please.
I'm dead on one's feet but
Trying to subjugate my agonies
For I need to live for those
Who lives for me.
Like mental nectar, our thoughts
drip
Sometime sweet, sometime
elemental
Puzzling my entire existence to
Giving rise to new genesis.
Maybe I'm a leave person
Maybe in a take it world ,
Living like a toad in a corner
Away from everyone and every-
zone.
For I know I can close my eyes
To the things I despise but
Not my heart to the things I adore.
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