Absent Minded

Dreaming

Dreaming of dieing
and this is all i have
eat to suffer
thrive for the distress
amount to the mounts of nothing
turn it into something
and dream of dieing.

A more luxurious way to die
open fields and meadows
with flowers in open
summer,
the traveler carries on

dreaming of living
a brand new life
starting over to where ive been lost
anoint the chaos with
a taste of pride

a more fiendish way
to dispose of the memory
of the emptiness
gnawing deep down inside of me
a more glorious demise
for me to open my eyes
and wake on the other side

Pacified for the time being
thinking of gratitudes worth being received
like advice or wisdom
clarifying the reason for such demons
to leave me so torn
and open wide


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