I feel that life is beyond me
suspended pending waiting for life comes not
sitting in this chair cheap web
spectator of a great circus
most beautiful film of the tragedy unclean
; not remember when it was
woke one night I knew I had lost
still gripped by a fine thread
Maybe tomorrow have the courage to pick
the frayed
[Angel hair]
Maybe tomorrow
decide
up from this chair once and for all
walk
not know where it will be better today than yesterday
before yesterday. I woke up one morning
feeling anything and I knew that life without dreams
escape the smell of man is confused with loneliness
that the color turns gray
street if I take the same route as yesterday
before yesterday
In this cubicle
my cheap chair and a space full of small moments
pin pricked the world go listen
Maybe decide to get up tomorrow
and if I have wanted. © SJM
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