like nothing even happened
a molecule in the wind
a speck of dirt under the nail
there is more to it, you see
when you look hard enough
question what it means to be
satisfaction or nothing
willows on trees or nothing
society or nothing
she lay there so beautifully
a rose with no thorns
literally no thorns
there must be a pill for that
whiskers on cats
bourbon in a cup
when will this shit stop
frequently admired by some
abused by few
confused by all
no narrow highway
no flashing lights
no misery, or end of it
just follow the rose with no thorns
guide yourself through the crowd
ask yourself where it started
go there, behave
swallow your pride
your virtues
for i sin more than i can stand
you bleed from your palms
neither coming or going
you want to come and go
can you?
the future is yours
take it gently
follow the rules
give her your thorn
nothing left at all
only undying nectar from the trees
sweet nothings in the mirror
sweet endings of morn'
for i may sleep now
yet
i will jest in the moonlight
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