keep on returning back to that chair
born out of some misplaced emotion
hardly just yesterday, rambled on and on in some covert operation
kind of mulled it over before taking over me
wanted it so badly, to boast in my ability
sang with the sirens all the way downtown
collapsed all my hopeless abilities
plagued with the inevitable
these tempered birds do not lie
no longer any arguments to justify
these cell phones chatter abundantly
some superficial identity
mock those whom are no different than me
life on pause so perpetual
the cedar trees stand so ineffable
my ransacked house so empty
The mother sang her lullaby
where I kept on trying but kept on dying
and if this be the death of me
then let it be quick and painless to serenity
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