nothing new
2025-07-31
it's nothing new, i still have nothing to say
except the thing that keeps me awake
keeps me at bay
where i can return to
all that needs of returning
all that needs of tending
all that needs of mending
all the rules have been bent
in this game i came out to play
in this game i came out to play
to this day i forgot the day
to this day i forgot the way
am i finally awake or was i never sleep
in this dream that i gleam
i see pieces of a broken dream
in it they became whole
my belly is finally full
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