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high time.

rewiiired

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Chair.
Lit a smoke to mark the occasion
one step closer by mind to my
visions of conceivable independence

high time I broke away
been feeling too damn insane
time to spit the fire that's
been burning up my insides

they focus on rearrangement of cards
while I look below the house, screaming for them
to look at the shaky foundation

just a strong enough breath
all it would take is just one misstep
and there goes your grandiose castle
exchange your game for 52 pick-up

dead and reborn in the wind of this fate
all the time, building up the strength to break
sick of holding my tongue, swallowing pride
to the decay of my malnutritioned inner self

high time I took a stand
for the boy inside this aging man

no excuses necessary

no one else feels the need to
create their own, after all.
 
I especially like the imagery you create using cards in this piece. The way you developed the idea into a metaphor of self deprivial, the endless perpertuation of life...

Thanks for the read.
 
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