Tin Foil Feet

I’ll wait

I’ll wait

I’ll wait until it’s too late.


I’ll promise

I’ll promise

I’ll promise then forget.


Perfection, wanted, please

But I don’t want the work

I’ll wait, I’ll promise

Wishing on dead decaying stars

Illusions of golden spoons setting us apart.


Sleepwalking drunk

I’ll blame something else

Blame someone else not me.


My steps

My shaky steps

My shaky steps go where I say

Activation disavowed.







What a way

To live


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