Yorelzinala

quiet desperation

I put on my fake face

To please this place

I might as well be in outer space

But behind it all

I see the funny side

We all fall

Fail

Sail and float away

This quiet desperation

Has become my desolation

A destination to oblivion

I can't change this station

A contemplation

Realization

I'm not so fake as I put on my mask

I can't fake it anymore

I can't take this anymore

So, I'll pave my own path

Even though the math doesn't add up

I'll move on

And carry on.



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