Sometimes It Feels Like

there's a spectre in the corner of an illustrated page,

and a lonesome muted stringling with a rapt remedial gaze,

the poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion

bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration,

angst and madness weave the fabric of his life,

tomorrow might be better

but right now it feels like,

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there's a panther wild and proud

behind the doors of a redolent cage,

and an undeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage,

and don't think you're exempt, if you earn a good weekly wage,

'cause your neighbour's going crazy

and insanity's contagious,

I know there's so much you want to say

but your tongue gets in the way

and sometimes it feels like

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I know there's so much you want to say

and the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way,

it's the same for everybody to degrees,

we all get hat foggy freeze and

sometimes it feels like

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