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woolgather Aug 2016
I am lost
Nothing I feel is right
'Cause it has always been like this
Overtalk to nothing
Mope until my guts turn inside-out
Play with my head and poison my thoughts
Reminisce the good that did or did not happen*
Even the **** I gave and spoke of
Hell would be an appropriate term
Ending the questions I have to endure
Nightmares would be just as fun
Seeing in my sleep as Fantasy would
I've seen a lot
Bore too many
Loved too hard
*Ended in a crash
It is meant to literally make no sense
You're right at me, somebody knocking at the door.
This is serious. Drones over Ukraine.
Listen, don't overtalk.
One love, like the sunset, universal.
Nuff said, "state of the world today."
Peace is quite expensive,
like air at a gas station.
Heavy in the air and ground, I need to exhale.
Future statistics reveal, the universe positions itself for the rebound.
From the bones of dinosaurs, the rise of Yeshua,
and the spilled screams of wars between worlds.
We are family, opposite in nature:
hot and cold, yin versus yang.
One needs the other; otherwise, we don't exist.

— The End —