i've fallen in these holes and i can't get out
i know there is a move but it must wait
it's truly just not going to sew itself back up is it
keeps coming apart at the seams
i guess i've got to start deliberating
setting the sights toward some new vision
no one is happy this way
and i'm a dead wilted weed
that waited for some flower to bloom
but swallowed by drear and gloom
the sunlight never shone
and my leaves browned
expecting and then shot down
you're living for wheels and meals
and i'm begging for some room
to spread this callousled wings
now frozen in time
gliding down to the earth
diving into the ground
and these extremeties must go away
eventually
no one waits for you anyway
living lies why should i even expect them
to
driving my soul deep into the mud
swallowed by the dirt
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