Monday, April 27, 2020

The Hook

I'm a puppet, you have control of every string except one
the one connected to my tongue
i just use it to sing lullabies, they go something like "we ain't like the other guys
we say exactly what we think, push one another to the brink" that's where we grow. absorb the lowly fashion, believe the others drastic, and hard of hearing
see the finish line? we passed it
this is the winners circle, doesn't it feel all too familiar?
this is patent pending, they can't resemble me or you - we're about to start a coup
i believe in everything, and you believe in some, pacify me translating words that mean we're never done
i talk in the future, you talk in the past, so we're never really
here
conversations span a year, you're everything my dear
never mind the same page, this isn't the same book
but you put out the line, and i repeatedly get the hook

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