I Didn'T Ever Mean To Be
I didn't ever mean to be
This kind of happy
In love
Enjoying life...
Reliably
I'd meant to be an artist
A musician, a poet
Reckless and poor
But I tired of hunger
And settled for more (or less)
Comfort
Regular hours and sleep
Contort my will
Deprive me of lunacy
To be the opposite
Of corrupted
Purified?
Sterilized
It's hard to tell
If this is fulfilling
It's just chill and slow
And the lows aren't so low
I just couldn't go on
Believing in nothing
With nothing
Paralyzed*
* - without you I'd die.
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