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Apr 2016
Sometimes I get tired
I fumble around and around
Searching furiously
For the off switch

It’s tough being alive
But it seems pretty tough to die too
Sometimes you can put your finger on it
Most times you can’t

I wish it was a lot more simple
I don’t see what requires the world to be this
Endless, tenacious, and unruly mass of
Swirling colors and ideas

If there’s meaning
I might have found it
But probably not
It’s almost certainly not that simple
....But only almost
Walker Marema
Written by
Walker Marema  Knoxville, TN
(Knoxville, TN)   
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