Rebellious children to the core,
Need for control and to be controlled,
A world reacting to fear.
Hopes frayed by the stopping of time,
Uncork the champagne this year,
Rings of smoke out of our mouthes,
Illusion of control over fire, my dear.
Random and disconnected thoughts,
Channelling in and out of the mind,
Coffe and nicotine edges you on,
Then you know what your without.
Without a friend, without a God,
without a life, without a mouth,
Only thoughts and addiction and obsession of the new,
but you have yourself to talk to, no doubt.
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