Little to Know
I feel like a creep.
I feel like a monster.
What have I done?
Where am I going to?
Am I a creep?
Am I a monster?
Where have I come from?
Where have I gone?
Maybe I’m a creep.
Maybe I’m a monster.
Now I have to decide
What I’m doing here.
Flowers are underfoot.
I’ve found a path.
I’m not sure if they’re dying,
Or if I am.
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