Why, I do not know
By dan ankers
Inspiration trumps my reason every time, and left alone I feed the dark thoughts of my mind
It’s a habit left from “way back when,” or another way to say this would be
When I watched the devil grin
I’m relieved now, in the wake of years past
And yet I long sometimes for that evil freedom, when I lacked a center mass
And all was empty, gloriously so
I long for this, I do at times
And why I do not KNOW
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