Now I’m not one to drink it proud
And neither do I think out loud
But never you should confuse this
With any of the unearned bliss
Chances are my thoughts aren’t deep
Sitting staring at the deep
So shallow laid upon my palm
Entice my stupor renounce my calm
Cause volumes all that’s left in hand
Controlled by feats of former men
Who once were something vain and dumb
When then again are brought among
I still know that you and me
May always hope but never see
The future that we fear for thee
And act as if its born to be
Death and dying will encroach
What left upon this orbits brooch
For us to lay on life a meaning
That wasn’t sent and isn’t leaning
Toward you or me or she or them
Just bouncing floating in a hem
Of god that’s never meant to be
Connecting all from you to me
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