oh day.

I step up

hang and dance

I am a pest on the crown

of life’s majestic trance

oh what a day I have seen

like a feather’s ticklish feel

I have been grinning to myself

so pathetic sometimes

so naïve

what lies ahead

are thoughts of moving on

ahead of everyone

one and all

I am a crumbling machine

on its very last drop of oil

raging past

all that was in the past

soothing edges

crushing differences

I am to make

my very own mark.


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