But I'm all out of glass cleaner
Sleep tugs my eyelids
But I just finished the last of the coffee
Trouble is imminent, approaching
But I am shit out of luck
They're asking for answers
But I am out of my mind
So I'll not sit and wait
For these to replenish
But will move forward
Pack weighed down
Full of nothing at all
Just enough to get me to my destination
Wherever
I'll embark toward the end
And leave this life
With exactly that which I entered
(June 14, 2012)
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