we did not sign up for this.
this is not what we signed up for.
we did sign up for not this.
this is what we did not sign up for.
so instead let's get drunk off shitty wine and pretend that sun means summer
we can translate our feelings into cryptic verse because that's just so in these days..
the pigeons pick at the city's deletions while we peck at keyboards until our eye muscles stiffen, screens make statues of our bodies, numb our minds in unresolved resolution.
only the music keeps us - keeps us what?
keep moving,
maybe this is what we signed up for.
no stopping, make it work, continue walking - the winter will wait for no one
so sign up or sit down.
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