Don't put-off this
little light and wear
the warmth of bed
in this cold night.
Don't jump to the
convenient conclusion
for escape.
Don't try to remember
scattered tunes of
the gone song.
Why pretend to be sane
when it's stark off-beat?
Why all this noise
about for keeping
the mouth shut?
Much the same!
Some suffer,
rest wonder...
and jump to the
convenient conclusion
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