A beautiful song
drips from gray lips
I look around but no one
hears this melody encased in vacant breath

I'm eating chips
but you are starving

I scribble my ideas for fun
But no one loves you
& you try to fall asleep
behind the dumptser again

I scribble in my pleasant studio
Afloat my false Ideals
While you moan with a pang
I can't understand

Maybe you are me

I'd like to invite you in
But, you are way too hungry
& I am not Jesus

Well, if you are me,
Then I must Be


But, I'll decieve myself again tonight
While you, suffering, decieve us both

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Didn't Symon write the first part of this a while back? Any whoo, a potent observation.