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I woke up in a sea of sweat again
with dreams of past and future,
Still wondering who I met
And when,
Were the words correct
And lined up
The way you’d expect?
Well personally, I doubt it,
My massive heart rate
Leads me to believe
That I’ve been being the asshole
And mistrusting those
Who are great at pretending
To be my friend,
Who will win in a game
Where you’re made to
Alienate the ones closest
To what we might call “them”?
The sun will rise soon
But I’ll be gone with the wind,
Somewhere I know there’s a valley
Where we can rally our rage
And that’s where I’m headed
As soon as I’m at the age
Where cheap fire water stops working
And the books and authors I read
Stop becoming worth it,
I’ll go there with tufts of hair
Pulled from yours truly
To be unruly
Means being real
In the past present
or future still