Caught in a universe, not of my making
Scraping together a meager existence
Foraging in philosophical forests
Scrounging in carcasses of mentally dead cities
Seeking the emergency exit of my dead-end soul
Searching the heavens for an easier existence

I am too much for this place
I will blow this galaxy apart with my essence
My departure will knock the planets from their orbit
My leaving will make the “big-bang” sound like a “small-pop”
There is only a short wait to endure
I cannot be crammed into such a small vessel
I need to feel the end of space at my finger tips
I want to put TIME on a very short leash
There is nothing for me at the bottom of this black hole
My spirit refuses to be condensed

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