Wednesday, January 2, 2019

1.1.19 Dying Lying

It will be all out of order 
I will mime my apologies
There is nothing can be done
Castles made of sand, all that

But gradually it comes clear
To each of us in our own place
In our own time, unless we hide
Making up stories to shield ourselves

Wasting our precious time here
And then die lying
There are some that
Die lying


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