Now

It's complicated
how worthless are the things that make me feel so jaded

I'm getting frustrated
how fragile are the things that have the world distracted

I instigated
this killer playground, rife with joy that is so heavy-weighted

I created
But it doesn't matter, all that's left is falling down
It doesn't matter, all that's left is crashing down 

Now
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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