Dealers

the time has come for me

to be moving on,

get ready for the next phase

of my life,

learn to be at peace

with all that I have;

make do with what is there,

not what I want to be there;

I read the things

no one reads,

I go to the places

no one goes,

I see the people

no one sees;

I can no longer let that guide my life,

all I need is this small quiet voice,

which has existed inside from the beginning,

inside this lonely prison,

where everything is for sale;

even this;

in this world everyone is a dealer,

in this world deals are made and broken,

every single minute, of every single day,

as everything not nailed down,

is sold and bought,

whether it is needed or not;

regardless of the cost.

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