Open The Blinds 

If there was a mute 

button, just below this

seat, I would’ve pressed it

years ago, only there’s not,

the sound keeps coming,

the crowds keep coming,

the paranoia keeps a’coming,

the sun stops shining,

the laugher rolls in,

the nature of time

is still as foolish as

before, and it

keeps coming,

the sound, 

the crowds,

the sweet paranoia of tomorrow,

the sun,

the hands of time

as it stops;

the crowds,

the sound,

paranoia, sweetness,


time moving,

sounds stopping;


If there was a mute

button, just below this

earth, I would’ve pressed

it by now. 


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