find me something more
i'll tell you
nothing changed my mind more quickly than an open shoebox
why did all the rhyming in the world just fly away.
in time the crazy laughter that follows you towards the jukebox
one day soon will end in prison and dismay
moments like the one you're missing echo all along these
mossy walls of disbelief
silver lining of used handkerchiefs
and as the cuckoo in his tower mocks a world of green and pink
i stand and ask if everything will end this way.
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