An owl swiftly cuts the atmosphere
Searching goods meant to be found
The cycle of life is how it is
No vegetarian can argue about bounds
Gasping for air
In plummet of confusion and heartbreak
What is right? What is wrong?
Ah the choices we make and take
Will it be better, with the lights turned on?
Afraid I am, to reach for the switch,
Darkness bring no fear in me,
Not as much as nakedness, and vulnerability
But to leave it be, to forget,
Is too harsh
But masking this in an ongoing fashion,
Surfaces my yearning to be heard
Ever more the urge
DAMN YOU HORMOOOOOOOOONES!!!
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