Awkward Takes
Somedays I rise not wakeup,
clear the clutter for sake of,
preaching the so-called notion,
and giving scruffiness a remotion,
for what they say and not what I feel,
is true only in the world which is reel.
So afraid to be alone or with a lot of either,
with a bunch of millennials,
I talk about space and ether,
Kind of person I have always been,
someone like me you must have rarely seen.
All I need is a lineman to protect my blindside,
I'm stuck in a dark tunnel waiting for a high beam.
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