hardly adapted to the reckoning
irresistible to certain beckoning
this silence is almost deafening
like and endless hole of ketamine
i'm soothed, supple, slipping into slumber
while you sweat, toil, and lay out your lumber
i want to support you, be your frame
but i want you to want to say my name
i've lived backstage, i'm behind a scene
but i might just be ready for the screen
to soon be heard, to soon be seen
soon, i guess, you'll see what i mean
for now, i'll get lost in this endless dream
way out in the cosmos where they can't hear me scream
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