i know your frustration
how you stumble
and fumble
with half eaten truths
cigarette burns and coffee stains
mark your progress
as words
circle your brain
like stale water
flushed down the drain
they’re expelled and cast out
thrown to the world
with a digital shout
and sometimes
there’s a quiet hum
disconnecting you
from what lies
beyond those four walls
driving you on
towards something
half finished and elusive
when you get there you’ll know
if it’s crap or gold
we’re not so different
you and i
we all eat, shit, and sleep
some us seek the absence of light
some of us sing, some us weep
and some of us…





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