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 the small, still voice,

which has existed inside this lonely prison

from the beginning,

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 needed or not,

regardless of the cost.

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