I
Feel different,
I
Feel changed.
The
World is at
My
Beck and call,
And
My mind has
Been washed
Down
The drain.
I’m
Excited on those
Cold
Dark nights
By
A faceless
Voice
In
A jar.
We’ve spoken
On
Many occasions;
Shared
Laughs
And
Tears
And
Screams,
But
In the end,
The now,
What now?
I still don’t
Know
Where to begin.
The
Procrastination
And
Insubordination
Of
Another
Insomniac’s blues.

 
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