My time is dire
There’s rhymes that tell me
Peoples minds that fill me
Am I just one or are we attached to a wire
Roaming free like cable cars
Bumping into one another in the seams
Existence seems to just riddle me
And am I just another
Invisible I’ve been added
To the shadows
And the sounds that echo around
This yellow fire
Just another voice of another
This isn’t mine I’m just a visitor
My other voice there is these thoughts I consider
Conscious decision. I’m not mistaken
Behind the words
Which were given
First was empty
Its us you feel
This life you’ve been given
behind the words
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