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Saturday, December 3, 2011

and here i am again,
alone this time,
walls of glass
   thicker than ever,
afraid i would fly away?
but i can’t fake this thing,
they broke my wings,
took all my energy,
in fact they first broke
my back
then took my wallet
full of notes,
and they took it all,
empty now!

and i see the others,
waving at me,
as empty-pocket as me,
and i wonder,
how would it be
outside,
should i beg somebody to let me out,...
what about the others,
their grim faces,
and big smiles,
and they are waving at me!
glass, glass, glass,
surrounded by glass,
thicker than ever,
and i wonder,
what if i could vanish,
like water
that runs into the deep,
all together going down,
all together going down,
           going down,
           going down,
we’re all together going down,  
i see no other strategy,
than to drown along
going down right under,
into this dark black hole,
and meet the
grinning
grinning
grizzly-bear.

      

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