I.

I.
there is no I,
only want…
only cold maybe
and perhaps…
normal is a myth
wrought to keep us sane
like a dream to distract
til’ the eyes dim
and one forgets
that there was ever promise

turn off…turn grey
to forget the colours of the world;
keep marching dull and downcast
knowing tomorrow is the lie told
to get you through today

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