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Tripping

Nothing to notice as lights dance upon the floor
But instead just jump, take it too far
I look up; there is nothing, nothing

Nothing to see as I watch the tiger
Beat the bird at intense games of chess
I turn right; there is nothing, nothing

Nothing to hear as the timer goes off
Another egg that wasn't cooked the right color
I leave the place; there is nothing, nothing

Nothing to know as the moon dulls it shine
As the sun gets fiercer but cruelly burns
I ignore the facts; there is nothing, nothing.

Nothing to feel as the band aid is ripped
From the very place my dog was buried
I numb myself; there is nothing, nothing

Nothing to taste as my mouth fills with juice
That I made myself, not really by choice
I close my eyes; we are nothing, nothing.

Nothing.

 



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