on and on it goes

went to the well

to get a sweet, cool

drink;

dried up;

looks like a long

dry

summer;

walked into

a dream

last night,

you

reached out

and softly

touched

my face,

so soft

and tender,

for once

it felt

like

you truly

cared;

just a dream;

back

into a world

where

I’ll never

belong,

where people pretend

to be free,

blinded

by the green

god

they bow down

and serve;

for us

who see the truth

it is worse,

we know

there is no escape,

we see

the irony,

we know

the emptiness,

we feel

the complete

desolation,

living life

with no expectations,

no future,

lost

in a lost world,

drowning

in oceans

of despair,

laughing

inside

at the humor

tt creates,

screaming

with rage

at the pain

it brings,

and in the end;

it makes no

difference;

on and on it goes.

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