warring with jarring words
twisting and turning
to make any sense
out of the mess that's
been given to me
pushing and pulling
to seek a rhythm
in this cacophony
an abyss of randomness
and i am begging
begging
for a pattern to emerge
i've got a breath stuck in my throat
and a smile pasted in my brain pan
i'm doing all i can but with every sunset
i realize i am only a man
just a man thrown back to zero
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i don't have the time to do all i want to do and whatever time i have is running out.
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