Restless

I'd rather be restless.

Unable to congeal.

More able to feel

Whether sad or glad.

I'd rather sing my own song loud

And fuck everyone else.

And may the resulting

Dissonance

Discordant ring through

Everyone's life.

Then I'll feel the strife

And constant reflection

On the value of my life

Will have yielded some result.

No more a fool made of me.

You will listen.

Because we all listen to the voice

Of the dead.

No more failure my achievement.

We'll all feel together

The vibrating gap

Between the life we live

And the life we want.

As crystals of snow

Melt and join

To form warm water

And make an ocean.

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