I wonder sometimes about those

their temperate,

like you could read their angst,

the language, for now.

If I could just put that

into words I might describe

any moment in my life.

On paper,

what is the drive,

the want of words to play.

Sometimes none of it makes any sense

that’s the point of it all.

God, I’ve heard these words before.

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