Day 15

far
far way in woods
dark in solitary
some cry for help
problems unnecessary
pretend glass siping over fine
oh what a fake dine

tomorrow
far
the day for rebirth
weird fetish for change
dance of excuses
progress out of range

hope
mess in dark
cigarettes and dope
reality facing
i say nope

mistakes
like one and many
repeat for thrill
or maybe hope
aint any chill

theres nothing really
to expect
everything to act
…

absurb
random
absurd again.