take the time out
on grey days
to get out
you want to right
you hold part of yourself
hostage
for a better time
that never comes
pin hope on ambition
it can only be fulfilled with action
idle time is death
death is a given
do not relent
raise the colors
of the regiment
have you surrendered
will or grown in apathy
feet go nowhere
if they are not moving
still water stagnates
and festers with disease
something more
something else
something somewhere
stop being so so so
tied to static
ready yourself
self is the hardest part
to understand
it as tangible / ephemeral
sit comfortably
closed off from harm
closed off from experience
it pains you to hurt
it hurts you to breath
you exist all the same
undocumented terror
insecure in flesh
mind as still as rusted gears
falling into
an increasing state of entropy
the fate of everything
cities grow empty with steady ease
wild grasses grow taller than men
glass breaks and iron rusts
stone remains
it too will be eroded
by the steady winds
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