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[title] => Out of Batteries
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[bodytext] => With all the things falling on top of me It's hard to consider the simple things quite possibly These days, nothing comes far too easily With the whole world sitting, waiting in front of me Crawling across these vacant thoughts No time to think or consider the supposed loss Hours spent spinning, dwelling on the things I do and what it may cost Tripping and falling all over these wonderful thoughts It's bittersweet to think I'm in over my head Sinking through a pool of tropical water, smiling 'cause my feet feel like lead I'm probably not fooling anyone but I'm far from dead Smiling for all the reasons not yet living in my head Nevertheless I'm hoping for a vacation from this descent Wishing for all the money I knew I should have never spent Thinking about all the things I said but never meant I wish you were with me as company through my descent Such an understatement, that I'm actually alone I'd love to call the things I know for sure and down to the bone Especially with all the things happening but I saw you and your face was stone Rigid possibilties, coming from way up ahead of me as I sit alone It's crazy for me to think that since these things are triggered by no one else It's all in wonder as these thoughts fall from the shelf I should smile for your sympathy, that which I give to myself I'm like a toy with no batteries, sitting, watching, waiting--for no one else [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Exodus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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