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I will find some peace of heart

Or something to call mine

When I let this boredom go

And accept every little let down

Days of worry and quiet call

Frustrated bits of strife

An idea to love and bring to life

That cannot exit mind

Hands that lag back and forth

Thoughts of grand distress

Rocket me to daydream height

And ruin all my mellow

And when this calm is all I have

It's hard to let it go

Be it herb or exhaustion stretch

I'll sleep for as long I'm able

I cannot be for nothing

I cannot cease to be

So I will deal with my anxiety

With voice in quiet check

Or face it all with my distaste for man

And my lack of understanding

I will continue to hate all others

When they choose to act against me

And in such regard

I will be alone

To count every failure

As another reason to welcome the end.