Saturday Night Philosophy God

shatter half-full poison bottles - so my heart has a friend,

relive the past for it distracts - from an already encountered dead-end,

why do i have to rerun, doesn't make much sense like two pennies,

i miss you like people-watching, like the 4 a.m. uniqueness at denny's,

over and over it replays, savor every imaginary split-second,

to find you i've acted, not as if i sat and simply reckoned,

to no avail,

wind died in my boat's sail,

just like that,

the day repeats, reality repeats, over and over - just like that.

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