is it selfish for me to see myself with every girl i cross
or imagine that the universe was designed as a maze
waiting for me specifically to breach through the labyrinth door
is it too reflexive to reflect my time instead of injecting signs into the minds
of all that i speak to, cause i'm just so exhausted by all the lines
i've draw into the sand, abandoning purpose, for i didn't choose
to be laid upon this rock of ours, so why should i share my blues
share my wealth, share my death, because of words scratched into stone
handed down by a god i've never known, and through years i've never grown
it's just not that transparent, but opaque enough to leave me feeling bleek
and lost, i think that it's a communal feeling, so the lovers that we seek
are only temporary fixes to empty voids we hold, not to be bold, cause i've told
this to no one, only you the reader can now bear witness, and pass judgment
with the gavel, and break the gravel i stand upon, but at least let my blood tampon
so i can make it through the red sea with at least half of my limbs left on
i am dawn, i am gone.

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