Just because there are no bars
it does not mean its not a cage
Like tigers stalking the king
who has passed his time of age
Like a leg too weak to stand on
like a home you dont belong
Like a vivid lucid dream
that has grown colorless and drawn
Like a dagger in your back
when it was pointed towards your friends
Like falling far off the track
to where you cant return again
a hand too stiff to hold the pen
a foot too far across the edge
an answer worn too thin
so that the question knows no end
a tired heart and clouded mind
accelerating hands of time
an embark on a decline
a life signed on the dotted line
So I'll do what I do best
fall into excess
forget all the rest
and take it all in jest.
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