habit is a killer a slow insidious killer they say the only constant is change and that a change is as good as a rest but I don’t want to change and I don’t need to rest there is no pillow for my head I’ll take my ease in death
I’m told I must move on
but I don’t want to move on
I’m settled here through
entropy through denial through fait accompli I’m consigned to my fate and I’m set too fast to change
I believe I don’t believe beliefs are for suckers beautiful and courageous suckers if I had a little faith I’d spend it in a tavern I have little use for faith I’ll stick with dismal reason and the bitter draught of cynicism I heard this joke before and I no longer laugh
I’m told I must find myself but I don’t want to find myself I want to lose myself in uncharted seasons let
me be forgotten over time lost and never
brought to mind let me return to
nothing deaf and mute and blind
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