mind the gap dear travelers
mind your ears in the little cafe
those dirty people tell dirty lies
of freedom and free-thinking.
watch out dearest children,
the world wants you on a platter
the goodness they find is only good
under the guise of complete darkness.
does it bother you that i forgot your name?
that i cannot recall to mind
the symptoms of your disease?
i tried to glue the broken window
shards of glass stuck into my hands and eyes
sinking deep into my skin til
i would forget they were foreign
at one point in time--intruders.
ask me one more time, maybe
this time i will know what i think
about your controversy.
je renonce aux jours de ma jeunesse
i could speak these thoughts i think
but every ear would seal 'self shut
its only your pride i would try to cut
it will be over 'fore you can blink
i compose a few words
and i line them up in a row
they shrivel up and wither away
when all is left is what i know.
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