The sound of water splashes in one ear and out the other
and the wind's briskly touch caresses my torso, and
the suns warm rays cradle my anxiety
like the warm touch of a new mother
Friends come, and friends go
Lost in an endless swirl of existence
Time goes on, but the fool with the banjo still plays
a familiar tune that never ends
and the water still splashes
the wind still straddles
and the sun still cradles
my every loathsome fear
this fucked up top still spins,
meaningless and all.


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