yeah yeah yeah

I want to strip my life down,

throw away all the excess baggage,

simplify it to the point

where there is nothing left but the basics,

go back to the beginning,

where it was just about survival,

nothing else;

yeah yeah yeah,

more words,

more talk talk talk,

the truth,

many cry out for it,

but few want to know its name,

even less

want to play its game,

but still we do,

whether we like it or not;

it is a fine line;

the hour grows late,

shadows form on the wall,

what once came easy

dances in the wind,

far from the touch

of the minds eye,

it is this then

that rules now,

in the final hour

when children sleep,

dreaming of the feast to come,

satiated on the fresh winter kill,

satisfied with the way it is;

yes, simple things,

that is the best,

there is no more room

for anything else,

there is no more desire

for anything but,

there is no more time

even if there were.

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