Mass Production

what?

do you think I can produce this shit

upon demand?

like some trained circus seal;

this stuff comes and it goes,

sometimes it’s here, and

sometimes it isn’t,

and when it isn’t,

I don’t even try,

and when it is,

I usually don’t try then either,

it makes for a very small window

to work within;

a lot of variables and intricate decisions;

many cold and sleepless nights go by,

with nothing to show

except sweat soaked t-shirts,

as it gets harder and longer,

to make this journey

into dark and angry worlds,

where only the flip side exists,

leaving a little something behind every time;

sometimes I am left feeling

it is only a step away;

surrounded by this grand illusion,

sinking deeper into the confusion of it all,

desperately hanging on

to the one thing that is left,

while screaming for the strength to let go;

just once.

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