These Words (A Short and Sweet Clique For You, and You, and You, and Me,Me,Me.)

With every breath I take, I find more time to waste, I find more things to throw away, I find more, more, more, of the same, same, same. With every breath I take, and every step I make, I become clique, more same, same, same. With every second passing, and as the minutes collect, and as the daylight consumes, and the moonlight protects, and the mirror inspects, and the pleasure injects, and the thoughts infect, its these words that matter, when everything is gone, these words, these words, are all that is left. Clique, clique, the same, the same, did i really, even at all, ever have anything to say? Let these words, not become more waste, read them well, and then turn the page.