i don't feel like lying right now.
which is strange,
because i've proved myself a liar
by walking through fire
(rhyming in an annoying meter, too).
i've singed my feet
walking to the wrong beat
and now i feel dirty.
but not in the way we'd laugh about.
still, if subtle distraction is my art
i guess i'm a pro.
action, reaction, knowing when too know
is just a sea of deadpan, neutral faces
that i can't begin to navigate.
lets play pretend.
imagine that you're a kid.
toys on the ground. no one around.
what would you do?
i'd fall into another world, too.
guess that means we're not so different,
me and you.
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shiny
depressing
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