Not trying to get
Already have
Not trying to be
Already am
No more sinking in
The quicksand
Of struggle and strain
Pleasure and pain
Seeing life through an identity
That is hopelessly lame
Imagination's on its game
Let the weak say I am strong
Writing a brand new song
Releasing all the entities
From condemnation
A retainer in an elevator
Called transmutation
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2024 23:49
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Comments1
Good write Mutley! Love the title!
Thank you! That pretender's got his teeth sunk in deep. Still, he was trying to be happy.
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