Striving for contentment
Somewhere is inner peace
Somewhere unreachable
or too far away
Here are substitutes and distractions
Vices and friends to patch the wounds
And too much time in silence to brood
How to explain when nothing seems worthy of addressing?
How to write when nothing seems worthy of thinking?
How to love when everything is ephemeral?
Whatever the point is we are running out of time
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