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May 2022
Feeling somewhat rotten inside
But not really knowing where it went wrong
Looking into no place to hide
Doing what it takes to go along
Wear whatever face that suits you
The tone of things just elicits nonsense
Lying awake dreaming of few
memories when the stars did align

Be whatever has to be you
It is fine to be seeming so bemused
When one's always starting anew
Some things have to bear being used
Stop keeping fingers in your backs
to point on what you don't believe belong
You've really just been losing tracks
And it very well may just be lasting ever long

Why yes of course the devil knows !
No way he's sitting out that one
And no matter how the world flows
Try to utter the word that won, I guess ?
Anything that may help soothe the burns
Of being constantly irate
Helpless, unable of concern
Alone and inconsiderate

Someone has to be wrong
It's written in the rule of things
Cannot keep up, on time for long
Until the end it will pull on your strings
You stole your own soul
Please bring back one when you're finished
Orbiting near the monopole
Finding out that every thing vanished
"My worst enemy is myself. Nobody else would be up to the task !"
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
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