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Rambling Fool
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Old These waterfalls of mistakes
Pour down into lakes of regrets.
And I drown
Beneath the bubble sounds.
So far down until my ears pop.
And all the pressure builds around my body
Forcing me into implosion
Within oceans of should-haves
Divided amongst this world
Through intangible quotients.
Do we say what we mean?
And if so, does it label us base and obscene?
Do we hide
Behind planets of lies
And get lost
In space and the stream of shooting stars?
That trail we've blended into so long
We know not who we are...
Who approaches me without a plan?
Who reproaches me without some ruse
To gain an upper hand?
Who gets close to me
In hopes to attract someone else?
Who is real?
Who can say all the things that they feel
Come from depths unconcealed?
Who can fuck with the truth
And emerge unscathed?
Who can set their soul ablaze?
Burn out their horrific ghosts
And face them outright?
And who is a fucking coward like me
And revels in it?
Take a shower inside your darkest hour and see
This world is a cause
And you're no fucking rebel in it.
And so I'll take a deepest breath of rain
Let it collect
And bleed it out my eyes.
Overflowing respect for these feelings -
Let them all out
Into a cup.
Buy her a drink.
Mix it up.
And let your lust and fears mingle...
Yeah, this one is dedicated to
Fucking no one.
My little note -
All mine.
So shitty.
So divine.
So nitty gritty.
So fine.
These cheap little fucking lines.
My substitute for a real filler...
And there's two people in this world
I want to talk to right now -
Me and the ground.
You know, one day I'll bury these words in the dirt
So you can walk above them
And forget what they're worth...
P.S:
On a different note,
Has your chest ever caved?
And lost weight like those dangling middle lines
In an epic poem?
Somewhere you started strong
With those potent metaphors growing.
But by page ten
You had talked yourself to death.
Which is funny, 'cause if you're still reading
My theory's disproved.
I am... I am...
Some rambling fool...
