Slowly splitting me apart
I grow more tired by the day
With every brand new start
This time it will be better
If Einstein’s right I’m mad
But I want so much to believe it
To ignore the experience I’ve had
For a while there I’m brighter
The world suddenly makes sense
But pretty soon I’m down again
To the path that led me hence
I’m no longer so young to make
The excuse that’s there every time
Next time it will be better;
The old repetitive mime
by Genevieve
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