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The Crevasse of Know
She wonders why?
Why do I breathe
Why do I blink
Why do I perceive
Why do I think?
Called upon by the wink of a dream in a drink
Connected the links and the smaller she shrinks
Only to drain into the timeless sink
I think, "I need to leave"
Can't pay the fees
or withstand the boredom of the show
But to evaluate my needs against the hoax,
I keep free
So I let go what I hold close
Certainty was not the path that I chose
But depression seeps from the crevasse of know
Spoiled from seed and infancy, most
Coiled and grown from a hole, both
Yes, truth is still sent to me
Her color is green
I know the running theme
I know what it seems like
I know when it feels right
but it just goes and goes and goes. . .
Nature drives towards light
But once bright, you crave night
And once you have that,
You flick a match
What's the catch?
My grasp seems fairly patched
Maybe sign a contract to know my goal
Let go of control and all will balance out on its own
Deemed poor timing,
You're happy only cause you're hiding
Finding, that shrug took time to run course
Of course! But maybe. . .Oh wait, no. . .
The days layer like cigarettes in an ashtray
To be (eventually) thrown away
And I'm okay only because of that
Cat nap through the strange afternoon
Evening, hard to drop what I was so soon
All the while the dreams allude
Persuade reality to move
Different to your knee's bend
Will life always be on the mend?
Left wondering when it will break down again and again