isn't it strange
the audacity of life
to flow through our veins
you are, you are, you are
what you cannot change
unless of course your mind
feeds you the right lines
devises a plan
catches you at the right time
then, of course
saturnity sublime
free of the corpse
you can't leave behind
dragging it around
desperate to return
but it's grave could not be found
for the cadaver was you
not always, that's true
but each time your frown drew,
another bad day,
nothing new
the sinkhole just grew
you became cold
and rather blue
regretting the rhythm
of your hearts hopeful tune
what a shame
this home will shrivel
like a desolate prune
unless you hold it down
just one more afternoon
ride it out, do yourself proud
stay to see the moon
I'm not being imbecilic
don't take me for a fool
it's called living on the edge
of making seventeen
but the closer I get
the more it seems
I feel gravity's pining pull
calling from underneath.


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