release

blurry river, skipping down
noise of thought all I found
nowhere in a great big world to hide
so down this river still I slide

too many dreams, not enough sleep
upon all this, do I weep
tangential thought – wavering song
listening, but can’t sing along

heart is breaking, in my chest it pangs
taking care of myself for a change
novel concept after so long
listening, but can’t sing along…

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