You ask how I am doing
Lousy
There is no peace to be gained
Until we figure out how to live
Without bringing down the world
Oh, and I'm tired
I was even tired in my dream
There were children living in the woods
Under a plastic tarp
They would come out of the woods
To try to hitch a ride to town
I thought that I
Would have been happier at this age
I thought I would have been better at it
Made peace with my failures
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