Subterranean Existence

Let me hurry through the day
I do not live here anymore
The days are a whiny slob
Waiting to be consumed

Days are ever expanding universes
Waiting for it to collapse into itself

Let me hurry through the day
I do not live here anymore.

To the nights I have shifted,
Need I tell you anymore!

March 24th, 2009

From Life in a Multiverse

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