Friday, November 06, 2015

Surfing the Warm Industry

I've been adrift on the silver surf
and I've paddled ahead of the fear
that I'd fall behind

I took drinks from the glitter smurfs
and their company dads who never
stood by in the crying

cause no one does and nobody ever will 
there is only space for one
and surely he gets killed
when the engine seizes up

you might call it existential crisis
I simply call it the bravery
of emptiness

its up to you 

Cause im absolutely numb

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