* Getting to OFF *
I can't find the OFF
The switch I want to cross
Move down push in
Change its current position
Life is on and I am in
A thousand moments minute
And deep claws rake my soul
Heart a deep sea trawling net
Trawling though the cold complacency
Drowning hope love and ideals
The sniping nibbling deals
Making me less than I thought
I ever was or ever thought to be
A wasted futile straw clown
Gradually being whittled down
No more weight than a feather
Should have always known better
An easy escape not acceptable
I will live till Death does settle
This wildly beating anxious heart
Then plant some tulip bulbs in me
And as I decompose see beauty.
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