My Idle Mind,My Idle Hands

There was a void, and we were well acquainted.
I was unabashed.
I just kept myself Convinced we would manage to meet again, my ambition
If you all could just stay here for a while.
Trust in me, I'd appreciate your time
If we let ourselves slip into the same category of the ones that we frown upon then we're Failures.
If we slip, then we've lost our privilege to speak.
I was sewing my mouth shut.
I Was young, but now the sutures are loosening.
Thread by thread
My idle mind, my idle hands.
Left vacant for the wrath, vacant for the wrath of man
Now I'm growing old it's been too long.
Could you reacquaint me?
Mind and body Because they've grown to be worst enemies
What could we have achieved if we refused to grow old?
Now I guess we'll never know
And we grow old.
I speak this loudly for you all to hear.
All these fibers I've fused to stay At Rest have unraveled.
All I know is how to breathe



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Writer(s): Christian Kothe
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