somedays the world kicks you square in the teeth.
sometimes you are the toast of the town.
they stand in anticipation of you falling down.
the skyline will collapse in an age or two.
no one understands what we are going through.
life is only waiting, a million watches counting down.
we race across the calender, only to see it turn again.
a pint, an eighth, an empty pack of cigarettes is all anyone has left.
a jeer, a mimic, a falsity is all any of us have left to offer.
i have never known myself.
i have only studied my shadow.
now that is all i can hope to become.
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