as I wander off the trail
no matter where I go
it all leads the same
crackle some more, swish
I stone-frighten the birds and squirrels
or whatever I disturb
a rat race
or am I simply asleep at the wheel
you can never tell
an eyelidcan only repell the other for so long
eventually we have to give in to our demons
and say 'alright, let's have it'
then stomp off, like a bull in the maternity ward
or is it something to do with a china shop
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