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sitting at home,
feeling like chrome.
tired as hell,
yet still feeling well.
everyone is searching,
smiling, and whistling.
a bell in the distance,
beckons for assistance.
do what you're told,
no chance to be bold.
they follow the knell,
like flies to a smell.
eating my pie
as the people fly by,
i see them go
to where i don't know.
they walk all about,
in and then out,
behind all the mist,
and i pound my fist.
they scream out behind,
"follow your mind!"
and i hear the bell
ring out as well.
a light in the dark,
i follow the mark.
say goodbye to pie,
for now i must fly.
trudging along,
whistling the song.
awake and well,
yet feeling like hell.
-david rbV
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