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I Sit Here, Seeing

Humming along as I drink this rum,

I sit here, seeing

Everyone exactly the same

Still, constantly we change

I do cuss the most

Simultaneously, we are

Never again and not yet

There’s a fork in the road

I don’t know which way to go

I see, we hope

For so far away

I know, we work

For almost

I feel, we cope

As if it is the only thing we’ll allow

All of us,

Lost in our inaptitude to become

As we suffer through becoming

All of it,

Trying to make par

Without ever hitting the range

I am not self righteous

Just afraid of becoming

A lame excuse for a being

I sit here, seeing