Staring at the angry, puffed-out clouds
Changing partners, like the fickle weather
I’m a monsoon consuming a thirsty desert
Too many lovers, hope they don’t get together
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Cognitive overload dissolves my resolve
Tangled words need spoken
The old footprints are still clear
Hopefulness buckles until broken
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Folly drives uncommitted actions
Fear passes through my fingers
Like dreams scattered in the wind
Still, the emptiness lingers
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Adrift in a star field of excess
Drowning, too many dissimilar choices
The mind sends out a mayday
I’m hoarse, amongst these clamoring voices
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Unhappy with excess, but feed me more
Give me his, because I desire
Fill this bottomless void
I’m the seller and the buyer