And I'm still sitting on this fucking block waiting for you. The cars flow by, splash water in my face and I wish I had the pills to shut it off. But being broken is where you want me anyway. I've never understood my present day wants me to be so sad. You can't have me happy and confident. You need me falling into the Synthetic. Lure me over with that and I play the advocate. I play double identity
Hey, welcome to swell. Beautiful poem. I could definitely feel the heat, feel the emotion in it. You wrote it very, very well. It tells us a good story and a good coming to awareness, I think, coming to realization of the truth at hand. And I think that's a pretty it's a pretty special and unique aspect of life to speak to, the waking up. So well done