No, Not Me.

The night’s expanse is vast and free;
No, not me. No, not me.
Morning’s rays brightly see,
No, not me.

Walking, taking all their care in
Stride, a routine practiced daily wherein
Finds life, an unrequited love affair en-
Gorged by ugly optimism, rife.

Who will watch the echoes fade?
A day received and a day made
Use the clock, the same game played,
But I, who wields the knife

Reject the sheath, and mark the tree.
No, not me. No, not me.
A dog who cannot rid the flea,
No, not me.

 

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