world's getting small
my only use for the medium is... i'm not sure, actually
plenty of solitude, but i'm not doing enough with it
i know, i'll re-arrange furniture
the problem is... life itself
also, how i've come to accept
all the wrong things
and remained unwilling to accept
what could give me serenity
and by extension others, maybe
ghandi the solicitor
jonathan deon the cleaner, mastercard holder, behold, beyond beer holding, r&h holding
remembering things from the past, some of it not too distant
but it's only right and fair and true that i should be solo right now
but it's taking more of a toll than i've been inclined to admit
each evening i seem to be left with less
maybe it's these pills
i've got to get off the zoloft and trazadone and caffeine
well, certainly the zoloft and caffeine, if anything, the downers will be the last to go
only the coldest toes
but exerting that much control makes me tired to even think about
there's some comfort in this monochrome solo stability
got a new sock, new life
but the world's getting small
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