Your job broke down car
the stars from afar
all dancing and fancing
and laughing at your
life that you're half-
way in way in way in and
so far no sight no sight
no sight of the shore
you reach for the gun to
take down a few more.
Where is family in all this?
What role does the unattainable play?
Who would poke holes in strangers like this?
Will they find peace where they lay?
Opening fire in a place where it never rains
is the cruelest cut
for without the salve of water
nothing ever heals.
Clearly this is a long road -
a life only hinted in my run-on above -
and what can the remaining do?
The mirage of life shimmers,
real and untouchable,
now what can the remaining do?
What can the remaining do?
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