never had a point,
always someone else's lie
left the choices to breathe in air.
time for the rest of coming back
to tune with the tide of the moon every night,
looking for a chance,
not a hope in life to breathe its air,
time, then coming back for air.
time, rest, more.
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.