Not a care in the world.
Green, green Summer lawns
fragments, there was a before. I came here
years and years ago. Just standing.
The burning sun, the loving sin
you in my mind, always the mister nice guy
in my troubled mind.
We drifted,
never with a point of reason.
You were real, always knew you were.
Hopelessly weak, still not a care
not a care in your cruel world.
Hey...I am still here you know.
Didn't even lie straight
I guess
...
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