27 декември, 2015

temporary bliss

I'm temporary. Just a stop on the way.
Sometimes I almost matter, or I don't.
Details! Who cares so much anyway?!
Oh, they thought me well, you know,
to keep quiet and not speak my mind.
Why bother? They'll be on their way.
It's okay, I say, I'm used to it already,
I hardly see why anyone would stay
I never ask them to and they go away.
It's alright, you know, I tell myself,
it never even mattered. And so I say, 
I lie, until the lie becomes me. 

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