Saturday, 24 August 2013

It came to pass that we shall be.

Because I always choose the easy answer
When I’m not sure what to do
Because they always nod and turn away
And blankly believe my ruse
I see neither lie nor truth, these days
No point, perhaps, or not,
But it won’t matter, either way,
It’s the easiest, or none at all.

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