Won't the sun shine a bit softer, for pity's sake?
Bargain with the wind, can't your breeze be cooler,
or a little lighter, give or take?
You machine
with your vented tongue
averaging the truth from all your calculated lies can only mean
that your head is so full of steam you must blow from an iron lung
a chimney-neck, a smokestack, black cloud of thought that gathers
glowering coals, simmering down from a long night's work
now the pummeled odds, statistics stacked against the status quo
quote you against yourself, you hide your bent and burning rods
by burying your disheveled and spent state beneath a quota of snow
cooldown until scrap is repaired, maintenance quick, quips all witless, quite aware, quitting who cares
all the best times come and go, love is unquantifiable data, a memory you can feel and know
I hope today is a beautiful day for all those who want for it to be
and I can only hope that everyone I may never see is over me,
I've been the guilty party, my price of admission is not worth the memory
while I lose sleep, may you only know peace, love, respect, and feel pain dissipate, overcome and be burden free
I'd rather lay to rest with my heart light of anger, than my head full of thoughts of perceived enemies.
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