The Interlude

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Part Two.

Submitted: June 15, 2019

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Submitted: June 15, 2019



The Interlude


It’s time to go.

And they’re off.

Are you there?

Can you please help me?


Thank you, have a good evening.

Please hurry!

Wake up time.

Do you remember when we?

After all this time.

[inaudible directions]

It’s 20 to play.

Where did you learn that?

I made you breakfast.

Did you buy anything?

Why don’t you say anything?

I’m leaving.

See you around man.

I don’t know how to feel.


I still have them.

That’s all.

Can we talk?

Would you like one?

I go now.

Thanks for the gift.

If you just listened to him.

I’ll be home soon.

I’m going to leave this here.

What have I done?


How do you appear?

When every day is the same,

The motive is not clear.

There’s a man with no chains,

Yet he cannot remove his own fear.


Inside of you, I’ve found,

An inner turmoil,

That starts in the sky,

And ends in the ground.


Gazing at the stars,

Praying on the growing hedge.

Nothing seems like today,

At the end of the wall’s edge.


Beyond the wall,

I built it.

I lost myself,

I admit.





Little thing.




The afternoon is here.

The mind is weary,

But the time draws near.


Soon you can leave,

Start up your engine,

And go.


Someone made a mess.

No need to distress,

Just walk by slow.


Outside is a woman,

Mad from the cold.

The shift is over,

The smile is gone,

The soul is sold.

I can’t help you,

Even if I try.

You’re doomed to wander,

We’re destined to die.


The good boy stretches his legs,

And looks down either side of the road.

On the other side is his home,

To unshoulder his load.


The end of the day is coming,

As all the young start humming.


And the moon comes up,

As all the clocks chime.

The last one we’ll see,

The End is just on time.


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