The day approaches again
And views me slightly askance
Thoughtless thoughts maintain
The pointlessness of the dance
Cider seems like a balm
But one that wants to destroy
My sense of ‘reality calm’
And the wish of the hoi polloi
Too much enjoyment is banned
Hiding is a must, a necessary skill
No one will know you’re a man
Shhhh shhhhhhh mentally ill
Words don’t like the light
Slouching and folding in
Enduring the slow darkening night
Tragic draw of a violin
To be honest I can’t discern where
The future will spit me out
All I can do is gawp and stare
And quiver with fear and doubt
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