Go
So I say where?
Do I go there?
To do my dares,
interfere and butt horns with a bear,
to do my time
and feel alive-
next to the second hand holding the time.
I ask why?
Why we wear not fly,
our superficial signs,
up high,
in the land of many layers,
With the wide...
In an interesting guy,
I ask why?
Are we doing back flips in the blind,
as we unwind-
we are falling to temperamental binds.
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