Hoping for Bonds
It’s funny how
I play both sides,
hoping for bonds.
Looking for friendly feelings
from those who
are not friends at all.
My opinions wallow,
trying to create smiles,
hoping to find worthiness,
from places
that are empty and hollow.
I am a mole in a dark alley,
where I operate quite well,
my sensory navigation is so adebt
making all laugh and giggle.
I though,
have a clown grin,
which is upside down,
processing my daily rituals,
from the dark underground.
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