Current mood:	amused
Current music:	the world at large

one ton will of a villain
It seems as though
your dialogue has faded
and you're left with
scattered soliloquies
addressed to the mold
on the floor.

Perhaps it has achieved
conciousness at this
late stage in it's growth.
you hope it will be bold enough
to answer your pleas.

But still you speak in riddles
because the truth frightens you.
you wouldn't leave your chair
if it weren't for those blue jays
guuiding you.

Down the dirt path
to your seat by the pond
the music in your head
plays perfect counterpoint
to the scene around you.

The careful rhythms of
autumn leaves falling
Brown and dead, readly to
carpet the earth beneath your feet
seems to match the cadence
of the soft bass music in your ears.

You close your eyes and
let your body fall
to the ground and regret
the months spent
chained to your chair

Tied to the misery of
imagined despair.
"I'll change tomorrow"
you quietly resolve
always tomorrow
a better version of you awaits.

You've handcrafted
pefection that exists
only for youself.
For shame another
know such beauty.

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