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23 Apr 2020

Desperately trying to solve everyone’s problems

Still unable to find a solution for mine own

I give the best advice I can

But what good is it from a hypocrite?

I cannot be trusted as far as I can be thrown

I do not follow my own advice, I cannot

Everything I say is hopefully fairly sound

But sound is not enough for me

I need something more

I need a guarantee, something solid

But there is nothing solid around these days

I need to find it

I need to escape this slowly sucking quicksand

I need to let lie what lie, to be calm, and not move

But not moving feels like wastefulness

And moving only draws me deeper

This backwards world has got me fucked up

Has got me so twisted I look like an owl

One day, maybe, I will find what I am looking for

Until then, I will try and hold my own

Once the façade falls, so will I

Until that day comes, I will do the best I can

Until my lungs cannot breathe

Until my brain cannot think

Until my heart cannot beat

I will fight to the end