I solation is what kills me.
S o I scream for help—
O nly then, silence echoes louder.
L iving amongst false illusion alone,
A life in an empty home of a lonely heart.
T hroughout my time, I use this map.
I tried to find hope in the dark.
O f course—
N othing shows the path.

I'm in the ocean,
I'm in the land.
For I reside in the feeble mind of man,
And all it takes for me to spread,
Is the fingers curling in a man's hand.
Who am I?

Long ago
On far away lands
There was a contest
The battle of the bands
Good versus evil
Oasis versus Blur
God versus the devil
This battle still occurs.
Hyenas on guitars
Angels on their harps
Flirting with a minor
Or just being sharp
God has the harmonies
The devils got metal goth
If there not entertaining
The audience will
show their wrath.
Madison square gardens
Or  down Wembley way
This battle of the bands
Still going on today.

Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill.
Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it.

Science says men evolved from apes.
Maybe I evolved from polar bears
or those abominable snow people
—yeti—that no one can photograph.

You can’t just reject that outright,
say the odds are minuscule,
just because it’s new and edgy.
I mean, where’s your science—
your unbiased, clinical perspective?

We could end up in the National Geographic.
This kind of story is very much their aesthetic.
I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos
and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure.

Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there.
The world always needs the comfort of new voices.
You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT.
This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise.
.
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Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Unlike me by Kate Havnevik

Again, I wake up early
All of this against my will
The first of many yawning's
Added to the till

This here little bird
I can guarantee
Ain't out looking for worms
This early

If I didn't need to eat
Or try and pay collectors
You definitely wouldn't see me
Till way past half past later

I'm a simple man
That has simple needs
That sure could use a Sugar Mama
To take care of me

It's hard to get a grip
On all work and no play
I don't think I'm really meant
To spend my life this way

Stifling a yawn
I crawl back into bed
The only goings on I really want
Is this pillow neath my head