without feeling
without thought
living only according
to is/ought
motions of momentum
nothing to prevent them
only more of what has come before
at the mercy of despair and bore
search blindly without wonder
speak empty words of plunder
stolen from a past forgotten
squander all it might have gotten
never caring what's in store
merely repetitious more and more
wait for others to perform
some assent from this dull norm
not to venture on one's own
fear to death the word alone
never wander past the shore
shipwrecked here forever, more
until death in this eternal slumber
paint scenes by given number
dead and dying with no roar
no tomorrow
echoes snore
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