I awaken to sunlight
and that sweet little
voice downstairs
laughing about a "fauwt"
I lie there thinking how
it always unfolds
the people of this world
and what they do with it
I suppose I'm just tired
tired of the same ingredients
those same damn ingredients
being boiled down to a paste
I rise up and put my feet down
another day lit like a fuse
another me at the end of it
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