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The Cynic And The Crypt: Static On The Laylines
I'm at the starting line
but feel I'm finished
after twenty-six winters
as if I'm destined for the crypt
Maybe after all of this
I'm actually just a cynic
but wayfinding weighs me down
when the way forward is encrypted
Cryptic laylines
With their faults and my faults shifting
mixing and molding together
I am becoming part of the fissure
Torn asunder
by each and every inkling
it's tiresome work
to carve out a space that I fit in...
To not know where I fit in
but feel I'm finished
after twenty-six winters
as if I'm destined for the crypt
Maybe after all of this
I'm actually just a cynic
but wayfinding weighs me down
when the way forward is encrypted
Cryptic laylines
With their faults and my faults shifting
mixing and molding together
I am becoming part of the fissure
Torn asunder
by each and every inkling
it's tiresome work
to carve out a space that I fit in...
To not know where I fit in
Published 16th Mar 2020
Author's Note
Here's another one about my inability to focus.
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