Thursday, 18 January 2024
Zoe
Rain broken afternoon,
offers no insight,
or makes me look cool,
here in this game,
a race for my life,
wonder who holds the reins,
I act like a fool,
peparing what's right,
must stop what am doing,
now the eyes feel pain,
my head's like a firefly,
how did it get this way,
it all seems so futile,
I'm wasting my time,
my face a lost duel,
then someone brings wine,
says let's party again,
make for the beeline,
won't ask for new shoes,
jump in the fire,
dance like a mule,
scream until bedtime.
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