Toasting and boasting
Never made me want to climb to the ceiling
Is empty and empty sound
I can listen to mysteries
Not to hear more than wind
Or wild roses
Only the dread
Just another moment and I feel dead.
There is so fucking much to do
So fucking much
And the twists and turns
Flashing on street lights
The darkness always has me twisted at night
Looking at the same spot
Feeling lost
Staying alive
Keeping myself in the hot spot
Of my gleaming eyes
On the watch.
Naturally I just win somehow.
I'm not much of a gambler though
I like Aces and Kings
Sometimes hot for Queens
But no knave am I
Give me your attention
I'll toss you a five
Then lift my hand
Lift it again
Again and again
Solutions and salutations
Brought to life
In tiny electrocutions.
Minds prefer happenings in reality.
Yet..
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