I guess nothing really matters
'cause tomorrow's nearly yesterday,
whenever I feel fear
to myself,
this phrase I say
I've come to realise
I'm nothing
without my poetry
but really, that's okay
I'll just spill empty words
to the disinterested
and get on with my day
I'll just wait out the sun
until stars take its place
then,
with my head on the pillow
today will fade away
blur
into my memory
kept in a forgotten safe
until time takes its toll
and I am no longer free
until a wandering soul
I can no longer be
it's time now to paint
that curved lie on my face
and pretend
I asked to be here
in the first place.

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