Cell and key have no meaning
I'm on the cold bench with no drive
Dead whale and confused Jonah
What happened to the fireworks?
Was this that and more?
I look for truth in bias
Nit-picking my own epiphany
Clog my vain, and pump my heart
Because I guess I should be walking
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you expect your destiny to be something big and important, and come to realize that not all beginnings are a light show and sometimes are nothing more than a normal Monday
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