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Just for a time I thought it might be nice To hold onto something fleeting Something outside my might Like, a few notes played over ivory keys Plastic and pristine as they still seem Can make something change for a day or so There's something to be said about the whole Being more Than the sum Old grounds Older groundskeeper Feeble and perturbed A victim of himself And his age Mental anomaly still feels fine Tiny little levers getting flipped around Creating new demons to exorcise But barring sudden Static shock It might as well happen Can't change Won't change It would happen anyway **** I haven't felt too happy, as of late Questioning just how long to wait Before dropping off the map A whole new life tempts and attracts Closer and closer Drifting into the unknown **** the magic only comes around once Barring me out Leaving me stuck Bricked up the ways in which I've come To each new dead end Hungry for change But unwilling to amend And I don't know why this world keeps turning Tried and true As I keep burning through Exhausting words, and things to prove
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Diminishing Return
Just for a time I thought it might be nice To hold onto something fleeting Something outside my might Like, a few notes played over ivory keys Plastic and pristine as they still seem Can make something change for a day or so There's something to be said about the whole Being more Than the sum Old grounds Older groundskeeper Feeble and perturbed A victim of himself And his age Mental anomaly still feels fine Tiny little levers getting flipped around Creating new demons to exorcise But barring sudden Static shock It might as well happen Can't change Won't change It would happen anyway **** I haven't felt too happy, as of late Questioning just how long to wait Before dropping off the map A whole new life tempts and attracts Closer and closer Drifting into the unknown **** the magic only comes around once Barring me out Leaving me stuck Bricked up the ways in which I've come To each new dead end Hungry for change But unwilling to amend And I don't know why this world keeps turning Tried and true As I keep burning through Exhausting words, and things to prove
Thoughts
#dead#end#life#barely#hanging#on#release#light#love#death
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
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