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Silly me. I thought I had a choice. I assumed, like most people do, that I could put pen to paper some other day, perhaps during an hour of peace, or once I've had my first, second, third fourth cup of coffee or wait till later on when the sun crashes into the earth exploding dawn everywhere golden beautiful like ***** one beer, two, a shot of whiskey, a few puffs of the cigarette walking back and forth mumble here and there My roommates talk over each other Moving on Let's put it off till another day My muses take their turns on me; a ******** of creativity So much possibility, and emptiness is an illusion; the ego is the ***** for the masses And I shut the door rock back and forth *I am nothing, be something, everything hurts and more* It comes to be, whatever it is, it comes to be all that's all there is It comes to be without me, these hands, this vessel the breath, the life I live, it just comes to be Silly me. I thought I had a responsibility I assumed, like most fools do, that this life was mine, and these actions were the inevitable outcome of freewill I'll go to bed, and the night blends like half and half into the morning's grief
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
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Silly me. I thought I had a choice. I assumed, like most people do, that I could put pen to paper some other day, perhaps during an hour of peace, or once I've had my first, second, third fourth cup of coffee or wait till later on when the sun crashes into the earth exploding dawn everywhere golden beautiful like ***** one beer, two, a shot of whiskey, a few puffs of the cigarette walking back and forth mumble here and there My roommates talk over each other Moving on Let's put it off till another day My muses take their turns on me; a ******** of creativity So much possibility, and emptiness is an illusion; the ego is the ***** for the masses And I shut the door rock back and forth *I am nothing, be something, everything hurts and more* It comes to be, whatever it is, it comes to be all that's all there is It comes to be without me, these hands, this vessel the breath, the life I live, it just comes to be Silly me. I thought I had a responsibility I assumed, like most fools do, that this life was mine, and these actions were the inevitable outcome of freewill I'll go to bed, and the night blends like half and half into the morning's grief
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
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