Simple

by uppercase   Mar 26, 2017


For is it now, or is it then?
Where do I start, where do I begin?
We could venture up high, or down below;
it matters not how far we go.

This is selfish in its nature.
How dually absurd is it even to describe.
A weight that tugs at nothing,
but only sought in our expressions.

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