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Zero to the Third

Dear Poppy,

Welcome to my hell. Burnt out it seems from all my dreams, but everything’s just swell!!

I’ve got a dying urge to reemerge, so, I wrote myself  this funeral dirge with pendulums and requiems for wishing wells.

Sing my inspiration song, I’ve been quiet for too long. A statistic in the making, what went wrong?

It’s no joke. There’s no hope. Hung up from  the world around me.

Ease on down blind roads and write me off, this blank year’s left me numb.

Dear Poppy,

Have you seen my light? Through stagnant revelations it’s no longer shining bright.

Lost sight of what this goal’s about, it’s chewed me up and spit me out ‘cause life becomes more bitter after that first bite.

I’ve been finding comfort in roadblocks of repetition. Once complacent, now my patience’s wearing thin…

It’s no joke. There’s no hope. Hung up from the world around me.

Ease on down blind roads and write me off, this blank year’s left me numb.

It’s no joke. There’s no hope. Hung up from the world around me.

Ease on down blind roads and write me off, this blank year’s left me numb.

The failure winds drag over me they shape my aimless destiny ‘cause all I know is what I’ll find.

Regress and leave progress behind, deny the fact, ignore the fate.

Arrive on time, but it’s too late….

It’s no joke. There’s no hope. Hung up from the world around me.

Ease on down blind roads and write me off, this blank year’s left me numb.

It’s no joke. There’s no hope. Hung up from the world around me.

Ease on down blind roads and write me off. This blank year’s left me numb. This blank year’s left me numb. This blank year’s left me numb.

This blank year’s left me numb. This blank year’s left me.....