slightly delerious
life is nefarious
taunting this way
feeling parlous
slightly obtuse
life is refuse
constant decay
so why do i enjoy it
even on my own
i want to be sharing
but i am alone
so i sit here writing
hoping you will read
and pretend we're sharing
that is your good deed
feeling precarious
almost hilarious
life is comparing us
looking this way
feeling so wrong
without a song
i don't belong
in this today
so why do i endure it
maybe i'm insane
i want to be sharing
but sharing is pain
so i sit here writing
hoping you will read
and tell me we're sharing
and maybe the seed
will grow
and we'll come to know
what we're doing here
before we disappear
feeling precarious
not much gregarious
time would not marry us
into the fray
feeling so numb
blind deaf and dumb
what have we become
so far away
feeling precarious
just like yesterday
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