A meaningless solicitation to find deniability
The reassurance that the world is at rest and pain far from here
This answer they seek, and I grow tired of giving
The turmoil and strife in my eyes clearly showing,
Read it as sleeplessness, boredom, or irresponsibility,
Just don't admit that it is what it seems: maybe sickness, unreasonable fear
For to admit, maybe feel, would interrupt living.
written by the lufmiester, 2003
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