Tres
Whole lot of nothingness destroying the being
Your lot has become sparking rapidly
Extinguished instantly distinguished as less
Than gentlemen more resembling rough draft
Without edits credit reports how many times
You’ve held something on the arm how quickly
Was the debt repayed with interest or lack thereof
Quite simply whatever the question answer is love
Unlimited by false standards of success contaminated
With hatred can’t fake intelligence or bullshit facts
Horrorshow is no hologram hard to hold onto
Holy moments without signifying the divine
Rewind to where you need to be right now
Paradox of present convergence of past and future
Colliding not so neat when body heat reveals
Fever beneath epidermis won’t be nervous
Once the show starts insecurity begins
Once the applause stops crowd won’t congratulate
Your confusion so deal with isolation
While yearning for uncomfortable community
Drown out the static noise with your heart’s monologue
Building towards a confident climax
Where nothing is resolved
But we a lot closer to declaring the truth
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