Far out away from everyone
you can see through people
like x-rays
everyone has an agenda
everyone has a plan
I have nothing but silence and time
I am lucky for this
I could share the dreaming with anyone
but I learn to share it
with no one
In silence more peace
less pretending to listen
less time wasted trying to be seen
more time to lay down and day dream
more time to forget why
i woke up in the first place
they say hello
but they are all hollow faces
the announce sovereignty
but they whisper friendship
this town is full of them
charletens and performers
this town is full of their tedious
performances and shallow attempts
to claim community when they
rarely give back
when did these roads swell and change
when did the home I knew become
taken, replaced and forgotten
the old walls, the old streets
withering in the memories of only
a few who remain I was promised to protect
this tiny place to make sure
no fools take it and uncoil it
I have failed
I let those that came after
forget those that came before.
As if I have always known it would come to this...cutting strings. Strings that have been strangling my neck for years, new strings that keep being dodged and swatted away. Time to reel in the strings I rather not waste all my time trying to sew up a connection when my strings should tie and slip around the waists of others. I extended my threads...now they become tangled and ripping. They come undone and slipped down from those that challenged me.
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