running away
from the land of
lost boys
to the land of
lost men
pretending
it’s all make-believe
Earth is flat
or maybe
it’s shaped
like a doughnut
I remember
forever young
not a care
in the world
watching the skies
never say never
so many forgotten songs
now in old age
inside this black hole
running from the murderer
that is me
trying to kill
my youth
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