"it's in the trees!"
  "it's in the ground!"
    "it's in the water!"
      "its in the pound!"
do i even make a sound

pictures on pinboards,
and theories and evidence,
everyone banging their heads,
"none of this makes sense!"

i am just a quiet observer
resting my head upon it all
as they investigate this mystery
the aftermath of an allegedly "great fall"

they are twisting their necks
and none of them have slept in days
as i watch this insanity
all the evidence slowly fades away

because the body is in too much decay
it doesn't matter where i hid the body anyway

i used to play grocery store over the table
with rusty quarters nobody would ever take
i would quit the games because i wasn’t able
to pretend for too long and act like a fake

the more i played, i became better at the games
and it almost felt like i wasn’t exhausted
there wasn't ever a set goal or aim
til i saw some food that had to be defrosted

the box behind the counter has all the quarters
and the food and the uniforms and the papers
because lifespans are getting shorter
and all my grocery dreams have became vapor

wish I knew first off
that facing your fears — sometimes
means facing yourself

every morning I wake up
a miracle and tragedy
wrapped up in one
I should be grateful but
all I feel is exhausted
let me sleep.

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