i will be done tomorrow
so i best be better done today.
i know there are
a million reasons
why life
should not be this way.
so when I ask you
if you are happy to stay
the way you are
i mean to ask you
if your life
was meant to be this way.
like a drunken caller
i am like light years away
so when you have your answer
it makes no difference to me.
it's like the dust
between these keys
i seem never to call upon
the bytes
like fleas
i am past the trees
across your property
and i am
still nothing
and you are
still breeze
i am just like you
and we are just these
strange beings...
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