I look for one who isn’t there,
But nothing do I find
Except a feeling of despair
And “trouble on my mind”.
But neither one is who I am
But dogs that chase their tails;
They just appear like mental spam
Among my other mails.
And yet, through all my many years,
I’ve given them the right
To mess me up with hopes and fears
And dim my inner light.
But now I add them to the list
Of Things that Simply Don’t Exist.
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