Comrades
Comrades,
The future is over.
Nothing prevailed.
Sort out whatever is left.
I’m going to sleep,
To wake-up in a new dream.
I’m bringing my wife, daughter,
And the rest of my loved ones.
I’m not making any promises.
People keep shouting if there’s any rope
On the boat for when we leave.
I don’t know what they’re talking about.
I’m constantly swimming.
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