The Vagrant’s Note

Emotions, sensations
Food for thoughts
Unravels in relations
A dish served best cold

Just a scream within the noise
A girl with a golden crown
In this life you’re given a choice
To carry on or stay down.

You know it all
We know that already
And what shall
Go wrong will do so.

Passive, aggressive
Secretly manipulative
Needy and impulsive
Existence that’s invasive.

This isn’t the response awaited
Not the wings you need
When everything’s incongruent
Best find out its meaning.

You know it all
We know that already
And what shall
Go wrong will do so.

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