So we may be taken — there
without further adieu, As the morning sun — shines on the morning dew. Irremediably connecting two dots, In immediacy, what we have lost! Among the lunatic — and the natural fraud, We stand unprepared — so ready to applaud. Irremediably connecting two dots, In immediacy, what we have lost!
Written in July 2017.
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Open the curtains to the show
Bow down politely What do you know? Strings tangled up Wrapped all around Spinning me Twirling me Making me dance Dance to the beat of the fingers Twisting the strings Bending me like rubber All for the plastic applause of the audience Clap clap for whoever's on stage Smiles are painted Cheers are fake Idolize me for my body For my face If you don't turn out like me You'll be a disgrace
The praise of reflections were
but a mirage of recommended echoes fading. That collected in the coroners, that praised the failings of empty glorified nothingness
A million miles an hour Each word Growing more empowered They think saying more, Competing, interrupting Proves that they know more And won't be thought of as nothing Well I'm the bird That tries to tweet When thunder crashes And lightning streaks Won't take the time To hear my thoughts So all I do Is smile and nod But that's okay, No worries here, Won't seek validation From a strangers ear Your hot air fills the room While you seek your applause I know my worth, applaud myself So I just smile and nod
I don't care about
A standing ovation Or a storm of applauding Faceless crowds All I care about is being applauded By the right people
— The End —