Two Hours to Finish

 

You’ve been getting all twisted now

that I’m not the only one

pulling at your strings.

And so you take an umbrella and go out

to have it inverted by winds and have your face

beaten by rain.

 

The world couldn’t be uglier.

The bus never comes,

your left headphone isn’t working,

nothing is getting in right; the feeling of asymmetry is everywhere.

Inside and outside your body. There’s chaos

and you force it out.

And out it is

and you want in.

 

I can’t move.

Who am I betraying, after all?

Always myself.

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